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The  Raven's  Leaf 

POEMS 


BY  AEONA 


Gen.  8th  chap.  7th:— "And  he  sent  out  a  raven  which 
went  forth  to  and  fro,  until  the  waters  were  dried  up  from 
off  the  Earth." 


A  MESSAGE  OF  SPIRITUAL  LIGHT,   POWER, 

GUIDANCE,   RAPTURE,   HARMONY 

AND  REVELATION. 


]RS 

Los  Angeles,  Cal. 
1907 


COPYRIGHT  1907 

BY 
H.  V.  LUCAS 


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Thrust  in  Thy  Sickle." 

TRUTH.. 


Paradise  is  nearer  than  pilgrims  know, 

As  they  look  on  their  slumb'ring  dead; 
As  they  strive  to  pierce  through  the  gloom  below 

That  envelops  each  sainted  head. 
Oh,  say  not !  'tis  on  some  fair,  foreign  isle 

Washed  by  th'  pathless  oceans  of  Light; 
Not  there  shall  our  loved  ones  tarry  the  while, 

We  linger  and  long  for  that  blest  sight. 

Impassable  "gulf  hinders  htem  not ! 

Whose  hearts  close  knit  by  the  strands  of  love, 
Are  united  in  dreams,  this  world  forgot ! 

Fore-tasting  the  joys  like  that  Above. 
But  no  mortal  eye  may  behold  from  whence — 

To  the  thirsting  mind  is  given, 
The  power  to  draw  with  the  mystic  sense 

Th'  nectar  of  Life  and  bread  of  Heaven. 

When  covering  cherubs  have  rent  the  "veil'' 

Letting  gleams  of  His  Glory  in. 
Lo !  the  BRIDEGROOM  awaits !  who  then  can  fail, 

In  th'  Presence  that  seeks  the  soul  to  win? 
So  near  seems  now,  that  radiant  Shore! 

While  we  glide  on  the  shimmering  "wave" 
With  Divine  Afflatus,  to  part  no  more 

From  the  precious  Love  sweet  Mercy  gave. 

With  our  last  heart-beats,  last  farewell  token, 

We're  launched  away  to  th'  Spirit  Land ; 
In  Great  Heart  throbs — the  "bowl  is  broken" 

Only  clay  remains  to  the  Moulder's  hand. 
How  gracious  the  welcome  in  self  same  hour ! 

Of  the  shining  friends  left  Realms  of  Day: 
To  pilot  us  Home,  where  restful  bower 

Shall  fit  us  again  to  "pass  this  way." 


1 59759 


"Could  I  give  up  the  Hopes  that  glow 

In  prospect,  like  Elysian  isles ; 
And  let  the  charming  future  go 

With  all  her  promises  and  smiles? 
The  future! — cruel  were  the  power 
Whose  doom  would  tear  thee  from  my  heart — 
Thou  sweetener  of  this  present  hour! 

We  cannot — no — we  will  not  part." 

— Bryant. 

As  the  grape  conies  to  the  vine, 

The  fruit  to  the  tree; 
As  the  wind  comes  to  the  pine, 

And  the  tide  to  the  sea: 

So  come  to  the  Poet  his  songs, 

All  hitherward  blown 
From  the  misty  Realm,    that  belongs 

To  the  vast  Unknown. 

His,  and  not  his,  are  the  lays 

He  sings ;    and  their  fame 
Is  his,  and  not  his;  and  the  praise 

And   the  pride  of  a  name. 

For  voices  pursue  him  by  day, 

And  haunt  him  by  night, 
And  he  listens,  and  needs  must  obey 

When  the  Angel  says:     "Write." 

— Henry  W-  Longfellow. 

"The  noble  heart  that  harbors  virtuous  thought 
And  is  with  child  of  glorious  great  intent, 

Can  never  rest  until  it  forth  have  brought 
The  eternal  brood  of  glory  excellent." 

— Spenser. 

"And  now  was  turning  my  desire  and  will, 

Even  as  a  wheel  that  equally  is  moved 

With  LOVE  that  moves  the  Sun  and  other  stars." 

— Closing  verses  of  the  Divine  Co  media. 


THE  RAVEN'S  LEAF 
PREFACE. 


As  Editor  of  these  selected  Poems,  I  deem  it  an  especial 
honor  to  be  called  upon  to  write  a  few  lines  in  Preface  thereto. 
The  inspirational  nature  of  these  lyric  efforts,  is  particularly 
marked — the  Authoress  has  "builded  wiser  than  she  knew" — 
and  her  originality  is  so  apparent  that  she  stands  out  unique — 
among  writers  of  this  Age,  when  God  "pours  out  His  Spirit 
in  such  fullness  "upon  all  flesh." 

To  the  lover  of  the  Occult  and  especially  to  the  disciple  of 
Esoteric  Christianity,  the  verses  of  "Aeona"  will  be  interesting 
and  will  require  several  perusals  to  gather  their  full  mystical 
meanings, — for  they  stand  in  a  class  by  themselves. 

They  must  be  carefully  studied  and  analyzed  to  be  appre 
ciated  as  she  seems  to  have  transplanted  the  Emersonian  type 
of  Philosophy  to  newer  fields,  appearing  more  like  a  re-incar 
nation  of  the  Concord  Spirit  of  Poesy  than  an  imitation  thereof. 

Should  this  introductory  contribution  to  inspired  literature 
be  favorably  received  by  the  general  public,  Aeona  Poetess  has 
in  reserve  for  a  second  volume  of  like  character  to  this  initial 
labor,  another  collection  including  her  Masterpiece — "The  IVY 
and  the  ORC,"  comprehending  in  one  grand  sweep : — the 
Ancient  Past  rooted  in  Mythology  so  poorly  understood, — the 
portentous  Present  firmly  grounded  in  ethics  and  economics, — 
and  the  glorious  Future  towering  high  in  spiritual  aspirations 
and  attainments. 


As  a  whole,  they  will  further  testify  to  the  Revelations  of 
the  hour,  to  the  source  and  authenticity  of  our  Scriptures,  to 
the  importance  of  prophecy,  to  the  value  of  so-called  material 
tests  in  personal  experience  and  the  marvelous  results  of  psy 
chological  investigation — for  the  individual  and  the  Nation. 

Her  soul  progress  is  too  nearly  identical  with  that  of  the 
eminent  "Lillian  Whiting"  to  require  the  twice-told  tale,  each 
and  every  work  shall  speak  for  itself. 

—THE  EDITOR.  D.  P.  S 

Los  Angeles,  Cal. 

Then  saith  he  unto  me,  See  thou  do  it  not:  for  I  am 
thy  fellow  servant,  and  of  thy  brethren,  the  prophets,  and 
of  them  that  keep  the  sayings  of  this  book:  worship  God. 
—Rev.  22:9. 


CONTENTS 


"THE  RAVEN'S  LEAF." 

POEMS  PAGE 

Dedication,  THE  WEDDING 9 

CONSECRATION 10 

The  Chain  of  Friendship 11 

NIGHT 15 

Thoughts  From  the  Hammock 18 

EASTER  CHIMES 22 

The  Love  Over  Ours 28 

The  Soul  of  Words 31 

The  Fate  of  The  Roses 34 

The  Race  with  the  SUN 37 

Born  of  the  SPIRIT 42 

The  Linnet          .               44 

Like  Others 47 

The  Kingdom  Divided 50 

A  Study  in  Nature 56 

New  Hymn  of  the  Republic 59 

Crossing  the  Bridge 61 

Kitty's  Adoption 65 

Voices  of  the  Past 69 

The  Men  with  the  Hose 71 

We  Shall  Gather  There 77 

WESTWARD,  "Unto  A  Land  I  Will  Show  Thee"        ...  82 

LEONITA  (A  Romance) 90 

The  Crystal  City 93 

INQUIRY 97 

THE  RAVEN'S  LEAF-Poem  and  Title 99 

A  Part  of  One 107 

The  Mantle  of  Mother 110 

Thanksgivings  Gone  By 112 


CONTENTS — CONTINUED 
POEM  PAGE 

EARTHQUAKE  Series-The  Panic       .        .        ....    115 

"  "         Retrospect  .        .        .        *        .        120 

Aftermath      .        .        .        .-"'.'.'.     122 

Fulfillment          ....      V      125 

A  Christmas  Idyl      .        .        .       '.        .        .        .        .        .        .128 

The  Signs  of  the  Times         .        ,        .       .        .        .        .       .131 

The  Backbone  of  the  Continent      .        .'     .        .        .        .        .    135 

When  Streams  Run  Up  Hill         .        .        .     .   .        .        .        .        146 

Song  of  the  Rapture         .        .        .        .        .        .    •  '.,        .    .     .     148 

The  Four  Rivers  of  Eden      .        .        .  .        *        .        .        150 

The  Cry  from  the  Jungle         .        .        ...        .        .        •     158 

Drink  to  Her  Health     ...        .        ...        ^        .        160 

Love's  Secret    .        ...        ....        .        .        .163 

The  Vehicle  of  Life  .        .        ...        .        ,        .        .        .     165 

INVOCATION  .        .        .        .        .        .        166 


THE  WEDDING.  / . 

To  thee!  lone  star,  on  thine  orbit  unfurled 
From  Infinitude's  Center  to  a  distant  world— 
One  spark  from  the  Anvil  on  High  was  hurled, 
To  affinity  find  in  the  atoms  whirled: 

To  thee!  fair  star  scintillating  glory  ! 
Hast  thou  borrowed  gems  from  His  lab'ratory? 
To  lustre  enhance  of  the  truth  grown  hoary 
Must  be  piercing  the  mists  clothe  allegory: 

To  thee!  sweet  star  with  celestial  shining! 
For  my  somber  night  lends  a  silver  lining, 
Wears  halo  immortal  for  hearts  combining 
All  our  lives  "hid  in  Christ"  thou  art  destining: 

To  thee!  oh  star,  o'er  my  pathway  gleaming! 
The  gloom  to  lighten  where  naught  of  the  seeming, 
My  steps  could  direct  to  the  infant— dreaming 
Of  Paradise  left,  with  angelic  teeming: 

To  thee!  bright  star,  thy  radiance  shedding 
On  soul  lost  in  shadows  the  end  was  dreading, 
Having  "bid"  to  the  feast— alone  was  threading 
An  intricate  trail  to  attend  the  "wedding:" 

To  thee!  my  star,  five  points  of  the  zenith 
Art  given;  the  first  Divinity  meaneth, 
At  Bethlehem— two  our  Relations  seemeth! 
Depends  on  the  third  in  heavenlies  gleaneth: 

The  fourth  point  looks  to  ether  vibrating! 
With  tides  to  adjust  that  power  emanating 
As  WILL  and  Idea;— the  fifth  cor-relating— 
Finds  Muse  to  my  star  this  work  dedicating. 

With  thee!  in  circuit  of  LOVE  revolving!— 
May  we  be  His  guests?— by  presence  resolving: 
That  union  with  "Lamb"  to  honor,— involving 
But  a  g  ift  to  the  Bride  this  earthly  dissolving. 


CONSECRATION. 


Why  jealous,  Jehovah!     Thy  constant  cry 

O'er  Virgin  forgetful  that  Thou  wert  nigh? 

Why  jealousy  charged  to  "Goddess  of  Love"? 

Fair  Venus,  once  ruled  in  thy  courts  above. 

What  a  fatal  sleep,  dear  Psyche,  for  thee, 

Because  you  were  fairest  of  sisters — three; — 

When  the  vase  of  "bitterness"  marked  for  his  own 

By  "Messenger"  wounded,  to  thee  unknown; 

Unerring  and  true,  did  his  shining  quiver 

Then  set  thee  apart  for  his  chosen  Bride, 

That  One  roamed  Elysian  Fields  so  wide : — 

Though  "Cupid"  the  "God  of  the  Silver  Bow," 

Might  not  for  a  season  claim  her  below. 

While  stern  seemed  decree  made  lone  that  lot 

Of  the  gentle  Soul  found  loveless  her  plot; 

Fond  marriage  with  mortal  hath  not  been  won 

For  her  was  "anointed"  by  Holy  Son. 

"Oh!  search  out  the  "Oracle"  still  Divine, 

Ere  other  shall  plight  thee,  is  surely  Mine." 

That  "thorn  in  the  flesh'  'escaped  in  Time 

By  the  yearning  mind  seeks  the  Better  Clime, 

Ascending  the  "Mount" — waits  Zephyrus'  arms 

May  waft  thee  to  rest  and  th'  Presence  charms. 

Content  to  abide  with  thy  lover  unseen ! 

Till  fullness  of  Purpose  rends  veil  between: — 

Thus  avoided,  the  snare  vain  senses  set 

And  the  "beauty  box"  Proserpina  let, 

With  that  weary  trail  on  an  Earth-bound  shore 

At  last  brings  the  wanderer,  Hope  of  yore ; 

'Tis  the  Christ  spirit  comes  from  Bosom  of  LOVE, 

The  first  born  of  Venus,  descends  with  the  "Dove"; 

To  gather  the  sleep  from  her  dreamy  heart, 

Bear  Psyche  aloft  to  her  Angel  Part. 

Ah,  sweetest  of  Myths !  how  poor  is  this  World, 

Hath  lost  the  riches — thy  Thought  unfurled; 

Its  "mystery"  guarded  from  vulgar  tye — 

What  Rapture  now  tints  "Millennial"  Sky? 


The  Ravens'  Leaf 

POEMS. 


THE  CHAIN  OF  FRIENDSHIP. 


The  days  of  my  infancy  lapsed  with  the  pages 
Of  state  gave  to  nation  name  for  th'  ages, 
Spent  th'  years  of  my  youth  on  alluvial  plain! 
'Tween  two  rivers  hastening  to  ocean's  main; 
The  hours  when  my  heart  was  its  lessons  receiving, 
Kept  busy  the  hands  in  love  relieving, — 
An  overtaxed  mind — in  moments  reviewing 
Changes  were  past,  not  sorrows  ensuing: 
Gone,  gone  are  they  all,  only  friendships  recall ! 
And  the  broken  link  on  the  shining  brink. 

Oh,  that  chain!  does  Nature  for  frienship's  morning 
Take  guise  as  she  will,  with  best  adorning. 
Otherwise  cold  clay  with  springtime  of  gladness 
The  summers'  fragrance  or  autumns'  sadness; 
Gives  a  merry  face,  an  associate  taste — 
Gentle  touch  of  soothing,  thought  interlaced! 
A  kindling  glance  or  a  courtesy  kind 


12  THE  CHAIN  OF  FRIENDSHIP 

Its  influence  forever  on  earth  to  bind ; 
Links  in  mutual  gain,  in  a  poignant  pain! 
At  pastime  gay  brings  together  for  aye. 

Always,  was  it  said?    Yea,  in  fondest  hoping — 

We  had  deemed  our  own  the  forms  were  groping 

Their  uncertain  way  to  the  hidden  landing, 

When  their  lamp  went  out,  beloved  left  standing; 

Oh !  awakening  rude,  that  robs  our  slumbers ! 

For  eternal  rest  our  dearest  numbers. 

When  daily  these  ties  growing  tenser  revealed 

To  the  circumstantial  in  life  were  sealed, 

WThy  had  we  not  thought  of  the  chain  getting  taut ! 

Demanded  some  friend  at  the  other  end? 

Has't  never  occurred  to  the  world  satisfied — 

That  He  might  grow  weary  on  the  farther  side? 

Wearing  garments  of  flesh,  labored,  a  brother! 

O'er  city  of  sin  wept  like  a  mother, 

When  facing  his  change  ere  companions  parted 

Saith,  "henceforth,  we  are  friends."     Then  was  started 

And  the  first  link  welded  of  mystic  feeling — 

From  soul  to  soul  telepathy  stealing, 

Has  fixed  beyond  time,  all  emotions  sublime ! 

Those  others  to  forge  span  the  Royal  Gorge. 

Oft  Jesus  alone  holds  mysterious  chain 
Even  "three  against  three"  tugging  in  vain; 
This  beautiful  earth  with  melodies  ringing 
Our  senses  dull  to  the  sweeter  singing — 
Can  be  heard  when  the  pull  from  the  spirit  shore 
Brings  the  tuneful  ear  near  the  "open  door." 


THE  CHAIN  OF  FRIENDSHIP  13 

Just  how  many  must  pass  its  length  completing! 
How  many  add  strength  this  side  depleting! 
May,  if  pendant  at  all  in  penal  high  hall, 
Be  lease  extended  was  death  intended. 

Should  we  authorize  friends  our  cause  to  present, 

The  Saviour  implore  to  plead  for  extent 

Of  mercy  with  "stay"  for  our  Fannies  or  Franks, — 

Saying,  ready  we  make  to  join  your  ranks : 

That  bright  cheerful  presence,  soft  tender  smile 

Are  so  precious,  we'd  keep  this  little  while ; 

Will  not  set  them  an  idol  twixt  Thee  and  me 

Thou  Friend  showed  the  way  to  Eternity ; 

Doth  so  vital  appear  our  title  to  clear — 

For  a  season  to  think  let  us  pause  at  the  brink; 

To  inquire  what  our  claim  on  Immortal  Life, 

To  learn  what  incumbrance  unholy  strife 

Has  put  on  the  record !  our  right  retarding 

To  enter  that  land  no  fitness  regarding. 

Shall  we  count  them  as  friends  who  bid  us  beware 

Affixing  our  seal  to  possessions  there? 

Who  remind  us  nine  points  are  the  blameless  part 

And  yet  in  the  tenth  lies  concealed  the  dart : 

Giving  the  jewel;  to  take  was  it  cruel? 

Unrestored  to  our  care, — unheard  was  the  prayer? 

•Unto  her  be  it  so, — that  Wisdom  reserves 
To  its  station  each  child,  for  it  preserves ; 
Sanctifies  to  her  service !  the  poor  crazed  brains 
Which  a  crushing  grief  for  salvation  trains ; 
Sends  out  in  the  storm  with  her  lantern  swinging ! 


14  CHAIN  OF  FRIENDSHIP 

Some  feeble  frame  to  one  purpose  clinging 
With  tenacity  born  of  that  awful  dispair : 
Result  of  the  tragedy  laid  him  bare 
Where  "four  hundred"  before  Lady  Elgin  bore, — 
Kissed  the  angry  wave  not  a  friend  to  save. 

Perchance !  'twas  her  light  gave  the  signal  flashing 

Across  the  waters  dangerous  dashing — 

Helped  the  bark  had  been  doomed,  in  safety  to  reach 

A  mother  was  widowed  or  wife  on  the  beach. 

Might  be  such  a  friend  ? — in  trust  be  it  spoken 

Shall  I  strangers  know  by  this  same  token? 

That  magnetic  thrill  makes  lasting  impression! 

In  the  star-lit  eyes  seen  deeper  expression, 

When  harmonious  swell,  vibrations  that  tell — 

We  struck  the  keyboard  in  common  accord: 

'Another  link  closed.     One  larger  and  weaker 
Till  electric  current  each  makes  a  seeker, — * 
By  attraction  its  opposite  pole  has  found 
Of  atoms  a  kindred  unity  bound; 
Would  aid  the  transmission  of  that  subtle  force! 
The  self  complacent  should  hasten  on  course, 
Adopting  the  motto  "don't  worry"  that  blends 
But  illy  with  trouble,  making  for  friends; 
Know  not  what  is  lost  nor  immediate  cost, — 
Lack  promptness  as  well  where  the  worried  excel. 

To  a  circle  could  range  of  true  hearts  are  beating 
With  sympathy  fine,  I  extend  this  greeting: 


*Seeker— The  woman  of  Sychar:  at  the  "Well  of  Jacob." 


NIGHT  15 

You  have  mantle  of  charity  spread  for  feet 

Were  dismayed  to  tread  the  deserted  street ; 

May  those  generous  deeds  on  them  reflecting — 

Bring  the  knightly  dow'r  no  harm  effecting ; 

May  their  mantle  returned,  some  impulse  carry 

From  rush  and  routine  of  work  to  tarry ! 

Open  links  to  cement  for  friendship  was  meant : 

Through  the  knoivn  to  Unknown — with  breath  ether  blown. 


NIGHT. 


Sweeter  thy  silence,  oh !  night  supreme ! 

Than  melodies  borne  from  a  bustling  world. 
Deftly  thy  mantle  is  spread  over  all 
In  the  mountain  vale,  where  the  shadows  fall 
Sooner  and  longer,  inviting  to  dream 

Of  the  "Milky  Way"  with  wonders  unfurled. 

Myriad  eyes !  they  shine  in  the  dark ; 

As  softly  they  gleam  thro'  etheric  space 
Fixed  and  motionless ! — mortals  gaze, 
And  doubt  the  astronomers'  reckoning  pays ; 
Think  th'  great  panorama  some  stellar  park 

Where  elect  with  "the  Gods"  find  a  dwelling  place! 

Sweetly  thy  twilight  closes  the  day 

With  etchings  are  varied  in  vapory  fleece ; 
Who  knows  but  our  racing  "crystal  sun" 


16  NIGHT 

Hath  his  colors  caught  from  the  Coming  One? 
Loving  him  better  when  gone  far  away 
On  his  round  of  duties  that  daily  increase. 

Acres  must  fair  vegetation  grow ! 

Our  millions  to  feed,  stimulating  the  arts: 
Learning  takes  lead,  photographing  the  race 
With  their  music,  their  thought  and  th'  astral  face ; 
Clothing  and  life  giving  germs  do  we  owe 

To  the  bright  solar  ray  in  blessing  departs. 

Leaving  us  night's  restorative  balm 

Makes  the  mind  more  tranquil  in  tropical  belt ; 

Nature,  serene,  in  smiling  repose — 

Contrasting  with  sharpness  of  gale  that  blows, 

Freezing  our  breath  in  a  northern  calm 

Where  the  soul  is  "snow-bound,"  only  fire  can  melt. 

Peaceful  thy  sway ! — when  storms  do  not  sweep 
From  an  overcast  sky  or  abnormal  mind; 

Welcome !  to  one  has  courted  in  vain 

Some  soothing  influence  on  a  bed  of  pain, 

Frees  the  soul  at  last  in  a  restful  sleep 
Loosed  the  iron  hand  of  a  fate  unkind. 

Cares  without  number,  the  poor  man's  dower 
And  they  with  ambition  scarce  halt  for  the  night. 

While  not  for  those  songs  of  rippling  mirth! — 

And  not  for  a  dance  on  gay  fortune's  hearth, 

Would  I  exchange  eve's  first  quiet  hour 

In  the  sunny  south-west  when  the  world  goes  right. 


NIGHT  17 

Sweetest  of  all — from  sorrows  can  draw 

The  heart  in  suspension,  counts  moments  well  spent — 
Is  the  rich  perfume  of  the  orange  groves, 
By  the  zephyrs  wafted  to  spicy  alcoves. 
Roses  prolific! — what  flora  with  flaw? 

Doth  its  wild  beauty  blend  with  bounties,  are  lent. 
Tired  of  the  light,  wakes  incentives  to  toil, 

We  droop  in  the  heat  of  the  mid-summer  sun : 
Brings  to  maturity,  bakes  in  the  sand,— 
As  th'  rain  may  descend  or  exude  on  the  land ; 
How  could  we  endure  thro  the  night  to  broil 

Under  other  Sol  rose  when  our  day  was  done? 

Wisest  of  all  beneficent  plans 

Was  division  of  Time  gave  this  precious  boon, 
Youth  ever  buoyant  to  "Cupid"  yields, 
In  its  sober  years  tender  infancy  shields. 
Wasted  and  wanted !  those  after  bans — 

For  an  eternal  Night  make  us  wishful  soon. 

Who  has  not  tasted  that  dual  Life? 
In  dreamland,  escaped  purgatorial  pain  ? 

Lived  an  age  in  an  hour,  some  heavenly  joy 

Refreshing  again  for  this  earth's  alloy; 

Slow  to  believe, — engaged  in  the  strife- 
Yet  for  Days  and  for  Nights,  GOD  has  made  thee  twain ! 

Faded  from  sight,  those  glorious  dyes ! 

Of  a  landscape  changed  in  the  sinking  sun, 
Gently  the  touch  of  fair  "hidden  hands" ! 
Takes  upward  my  thought,  to  the  angelic  bands 
Prison  doors  ope, — when  the  physical  lies 

In  the  victory  wrapt,  dual  self  has  won. 


18  THOUGHTS  FROM  THE  HAMMOCK 

Sleeping  and  waking,  we  journey  on ! 

Nightly  losing  ourselves  in  the  "King's  highway"; 
Know  never  the  secret,  unbars  the  gate 
As  the  shades  approach  have  guarded  "estate"; 
Hoping  to  rise  with  the  morning  dawn, — 

Have  you  promise  of  night  with  a  Better  Day  ? 


THOUGHTS  FROM  THE  HAMMOCK. 


Clear  out  of  the  world!  in  the  soft  summer-time, 
By  the  Sierras  enclosed  and  the  golden  clime 
Where  heaven  greets  me  with  an  open  palm, 
I  swing  in  the  hammock,  seeking  the  calm. 
There  all  things  quiet  and  restful  around 
Only  beauty  astir  with  a  cheerful  sound; 
All  alone  with  nature  and  God,  I  sigh — 
While  the  halcyon  days  are  going  by. 

Those  coveted  hours!  with  her  in  the  nook 
Often  sits  beside  with  her  sewing  or  book; 
Then  in  smiling  attitude  Hope  appears 
And  helps  us  to  plan  for  the  coming  years : 
As  we  court  the  changes  will  broaden  our  lives 
When  the  other  three  and  their  project  thrives; 
But,  shortly,  my  heart  takes  up  the  refrain, — 
All  alone  with  nature  and  God,  again. 


THOUGHTS  FROM  THE  HAMMOCK  19 

Because, — they're  so  far  from  mother,  you  know; 
Of  course,  Harry  did  not  quite  put  it  so 
But  myself  is  flattered  he  meant  it  that  way, 
While  I  gaze  o'er  those  loftly  peaks  today ; 
And  think  of  his  roads  with  picturesque  views, 
Visit  region  which  fire  and  earthquake  strews; 
Wond'ring  where  his  dear  head  is  pillowed  to  night — 
Then  it  is,  God  and  nature  fade  from  my  sight. 

Each  day,  much  the  same,  for  his  trip  seems  long! 
While  the  life  insistent, — a  busy  throng  — 
Cannot  ease  the  pain  that  started  with  thought 
To  attack  my  citadel,  fear  inwrought. 
High  noon  brings  no  letter,  nor  yet  the  eve! 
To  assure  of  his  safety,  and  thus  I  grieve. 
Then, — gentle  caresses; — was  it  nature?  or  God — 
Reminding  to  pray,  while  I  dreamily  nod? 

The  twilight  gone!  night's  guardian  risen 
My  soul  conducted  from  earthly  prison, 
Now  strengthens  the  mind  for  its  morning  tasks, 
Completed, — once  more  in  the  hammock  basks; 
There  the  sunshine  mellowed  by  shifting  shades 
Of  the  sweet  magnolia,  never  degrades, — 
Taught  me  GOD  in  th'  Highest,  thro  creature  low 
Some  lesson  in  Nature  sends  mortal  slow. 

First,  seeing — I  saw  not;  hearken,  ye  hearing! 
Ere  the  whirlwinds'  fury  rise  at  the  shearing 
Of  Samson's  long  locks,  to  scatter  the  planks 
Placed  along  his  path  but  to  him  no  thanks ! 


20  THOUGHTS  FROM  THE  HAMMOCK 

Just  as  that  patient  ant,*  so  far  from  its  goal, 
Seen  tugging  at  straw  for  some  under-ground  hole 
Thrice  carried  and  dropped  it — Watch  nature's  despair — 
Till  God  led  to  nearer  one,  lying  there ; 

Alike  in  appearance  for  structure  within ! 
Old  discarded  for  new  ?   Ah  !  could  we  begin — 
In  selection  of  plank  builds  "Pandora's"  pen, 
By  taking  the  straw  nearest  senators'  den. 
'Tis  reform  that  we  mean, — Election  laws — 
Unwise  from  the  first,  developed  those  maws 
In  due  course  of  nature  swallowed  up  "Ham," 
Now,  gapping  for  God,  say  "See,  who  I  am." 

All  bound  for  that  station,  we'll  go  the  same  way 
If  we  don't  right  the  wrongs  in  Union  this  day; 
Some  long  with  their  votes  bought  favor  and  seats, 
Their  masters,  with  money,  ruling  the  streets ! 
The  factories,  farms,  road-beds  and  the  lands- 
Were  "heritage"  ours.     Yet  "Liberty"  stands 
A  statue  of  "Rights"  guarding  mammon's  domain ; 
Only  Nature  and  God  for  the  people  remain. 

Why !  how  did  it  happ'n,  oligarchy  won  ? 
Was  national  Capitol  thus  undone! 
Has  republican  prestige  ignoble  stain ! 
Since  Wall  street  the  real  secured  her  fane ; 
You  may  sum  up  the  answer  in  one  short  word : 


*Emerson,  in  his  work  on  Nature :  The  instincts  of  the  ant  are  very 
unimportant  considered  as  the  ant's,  but  the  moment  a  ray  of  relation 
is  seen  to  extend  from  it  to  man,  and  the  little  drudge  is  seen  to  be  a 
monitor,  a  little  body  with  a  mighty  heart  then  all  its  habits,  even  that 
said  to  be  recently  observed — that  it  never  sleeps — becomes  sublime. — 
Author. 


THOUGHTS  FROM   THE  HAMMOCK  21 

That  is,  "motion"  for  bills — either  put  or  referred, 
With  resolves  to  "investigate"  tabled  straight— 
When  nature  or  God  found  the  voice  they  hate. 

Devotees  of  Mammon  seek  a  Mecca  east, 

His  motions  prevail  in  the  Halls  he  leased 

Where  the  "interests"  worship;  incidental  expense 

Saddled  on  to  the  masses,  won't  get  off  the  fence. 

Discontented !  some  day,  they'll  surely  "go  west" 

To  chase  up  the  source  of  the  winds,  at  rest, 

Till  the  MOTIONS  of  GOD  sent  sun  and  the  rains— 

And  Nature  was  crowned  on  the  western  plains. 

Rotating,  our  world  to  the  eastward  turns ; 
Know  the  power  that  propels?     Whose  secret  urns 
Lie  hid  in  the  West  — whence  original  Hand- 
Threw  us  whirling  in  space  with  the  starry  band : 
Is  revealed  to  those  cultivate  kindred  taste 
With  Him  quelled  the  storm  and  the  winds  may  haste> 
When  a  vacuum  calls : — Was  the  thunder  hoarse 
Exhibition  of  God,  or  Nature's  force? 

E'en  so  His  east  wind  sets  one  on  the  trail 
Though  peevish  dame  gossip  wears  pitiful  wail ; 
But,  the  longer  belated !  by  leaps  and  bounds 
We  must  quicken  the  pace,  nor  stop  on  the  rounds ; 
Young  souls  in  old  bodies  have  knowledge  to  learn, 
Why  a  youthful  face  not  our  chiefest  concern ; 
Why,  man  in  his  sins  looks  to  Satan's  throne! 
While  the  good  trust  to  nature  or  God  alone. 


EASTER  CHIMES 

EASTER  CHIMES. 


Again  those  melodious  vespers  are  swelling. 

A  tumult  of  memories  rise  with  misgiving: 
That  our  feebler  acts  and  conformities  telling 

How  low  is  our  standard  of  holiness  living. 
At  an  earlier  mass  see  th'  penitent  bending, 

Yea,  with  bread  and  wine  at  eleven  art  shriven. 
Ye  ritual  served ;  the  vicarious  blending 

With  blood  sacrificial  assumption  has  given. 

Yet  that  sacred  spot  must  we  reverance  truly 

For  the  Heart  was  there  broken,  in  suffering  drained 

Of  the  life  whose  abundance  He  gave  to  them  freely — 

By  their  faith  entered  in,  where  no  spy  hath  attained. 

Forgiveness  in  death!     Oh,  that  Majesty  matchless 
In  purity,  purpose  and  power  of  Heaven, 

Conferred  on  His  followers  sight  into  pathless 
Mind,  has  over  matter  ascendancy  given. 

There  a  Stephen  they  stoned  testifying  for  glory 

Because  he  would  witness  to  that  brave  Example. 
By  thousands  in  Rome,  middle  aged  and  the  hoary 

Fed  the  "burning  bush"  for  a  Nero  to  trample. 
And  not  ended  then;  other  periods  hastened 

To  fill  up  their  measure  of  wrath  for  God's  vengeance- 
In  their  day  appointed,  with  rod  to  be  chastened 

Or  in  sin  swallowed  whole  by  Tartarus'  dungeons. 

All  this  for  the  sequel ! — why  was  it  conviction  : 
That  this  One  from  the  dead  resurrected  was  seen 


EASTER  CHIMES  23 

Where  doors  tightly  closed  to  fraud  put  restriction? 

Should  the  Christ  for  a  doubter  take  personal  mien  ? 
Why  had  he  succumbed  to  the  demon  that  hated? 

Why  must  He  go  hence,  sending  Comforter  willing? 
While  the  "light  of  the  world"  his  destiny  fated 

Who  in  Heaven  Above  was  His  station  filling? 

Could  he  thus  shewing  forth  pre-eminent  calling 

Come   down    from   the   cross,   shutting    mouths    of    the 

scoffers  ? 
Saving  bloodshed  and  self  be  a  false  prophet  falling 

Into  ''condemnation"  for  what  the  flesh  offers. 
Knew  His  Father  at  twelve  with  that  wise  understanding 

Which  "communion"  acquired  in  deep  meditation ; 
In  stores  everlasting  culled  hope  is  demanding 

From  "tomorrow  of  death,"  what  our  destination? 

Not  once  but  the  many  returns  ere  Ascension 

To  that  sovereign  state  by  the  GODHEAD  granted, 
Not  the  many  but  one  arrests  our  attention — 

Who  first  saw  the  Risen  by  vision  enchanted ; 
It  was  Mary  went  early  with  ointments  prepared 

In  the  closing  hours  of  a  sad  "dispensation," 
To  the  sepulcher,  guarded  by  sentries,  repaired; 

Supposing  sweet  savors  would  win  consecration. 

With  heart,  head  and  eye  educated  by  Pastor 

Had  invoked  from  his  rest  a  Lazarus  sleeping, 
Undaunted  by  specacle — drawn  to  her  Master 

By  Love  is  enfolding  each  Mary  left  weeping. 
Strange  that  stone  rolled  away  when  darkness  was  waning, 

Gave  access  to  bier  of  the  Truth  was  forbidden; 
Ah !  mystery  still ;  neither  angel  explaining 

In  the  "church,"  where  the  key  to  Divinity  hidden. 


24  EASTER  CHIMES 

Hold  fast  "the  King's  secret."     "Not  here,  He  is  risen!'' 

Must  the  soul  in  its  loneliness  faint  or  dispair  ? 
Turned  back  to  the  garden  sees  Him  "preached  in  prison" 

To  the  spirits  earth  bounden  unmindful  of  "stair." 
She  thought,"but  the  gard'ner,"  stood  trembling  and  fearing ; 

'JL'L.  question  replied  "Tell  me  where  thou  hast  laid  him" — • 
Would  make  himself  known,  there  Immortal  Appearing 

Disguised  wore  the  cerements  mortal  to  aid  him. 

Who  shall  show  us  the  magic  concealed  in  a  name? 

When  accents  familiar,  endearing  give  token, 
Saying,  "Mary — why  weepest?"  a  Magdalen  came 

To  realization  through  grave  was  it  spoken ; 
In  her  own  native  tongue  was  assurance  most  sweet, 

Not  in  languages  dead  mock  centuries  later, 
All  the  years  eighteen  hundred  prostrated  at  feet 

Of  th'  "image,"  imploring  "stone"  for  the  satyr: — 

Shall  grow  to  a  mountain,  ten  kingdoms  be  smiting 
With  its  impact  and  force  like  an  earthquake  girtles, 
Shakes  up  the  self-righteous,  revilers  affrighting 

Would   slay   in   His    Name    smiling   down   through    the 

myrtles. 
Can  we  wonder  that  Soul  was  burdened  with  pity, 

With  the  weight  of  its  grief  at  Gethsemane  qualied? 
For  fiery  baptism  must  envelop  each  "city" 

Or  a  Jericho  fall  by  the  Faithful  assailed. 

There  foreseen  and  foretasted  for  physical  man, 

Through  the  love  of  the  truth  dares  commemorate  age 

To  that  urn  was  uncovered,  when  our  progress  began 
With  a  bold  Galileo  enumerates  page : 

Of  those  unsupported  at  the  furnace  recanted, — 


EASTER  CHIMES  25 

Of  those  born  anew  met  its  jaws  in  defiance : 
The  many  sons  risen  from  burial  planted 

With  Saviour  in  silence  found  Christian  alliance. 

Is  it  Life  for  the  body  these  days  represent? 

Do  we  desecrate  Easter  and  Sunday  as  well? 
Into  feasting  have  turned  ev'ry  holy  day  Lent 

Till  confessor  from  careless  you  scarcely  can  tell. 
Wife  merely  housekeeper  is  rarely  a  Martha, 

Much  cumbered  with  serving  for  Him  is  impressing 
One  susceptible  heart,  with  lessons  "Golgotha" 

Finished  after,  for  her,  "better  part"  possessing. 

An  immaculate  dinner — all  over  this  land ! 

In  immaculate  trimming  house,  dishes  and  "lamp," 
In  immaculate  toilet  our  hostess  at  hand; 

Shall  no  other  "conception"  Immaculate  stamp? 
Were  the  rabbis  our  guides,  Apollo  our  pattern ! 

Nothing  queer  about  cranks  of  outward  observance, 
Where  Jesus  is  supping,  elected  of  Saturn* 

May  "unwashen"  sit  down,  His  own  chosen  servants. 

Would  he,  present  this  hour,  like  elaborate  costume? 
Would  sepulchers  "whited"  now  have  his  sanction? 
Has  our  gospel  gone  on  with  foibles  of  rostrum 

*An  unconscious  reference  to  "Saturn: — an  ancient  Italian  Deity;  in 
memory  of  his  dominion,  the  feast  of  Saturnalia  was  held  every  year, 
in  the  winter  season.  Public  business  was  suspended,  declarations  of 
war  and  criminal  executions  were  postponed;  friends  made  presents, 
and  even  slaves  were  indulged  with  great  liberties.  A  feast  was  given 
where  their  masters  served  them,  to  show  the  equality  of  men,  and  that 
all  things  belonged  equally  to  all  in  the  reign  of  Saturn.  His  wife 
was  Ops,  the  goddess  of  sowing  and  reaping; — hence,  ...  the  idea 
of  opulence  flowing  to  the  masses  through  the  establishment  of  equality 
among  mankind." — Author, 


26  EASTER  CHIMES 

Till  we  dance  before  Baal  in  carpeted  mansion  ? 
Are  there  mourners  who  come  abreast  with  the  dawning! 

To  the  last  resting  place  of  the  form  they  adored? 
There  find  He  has  passed  from  its  portals  are  yawning 

And  without  stands  awaiting — our  Lord  is  restored. 

Neither  trappings  nor  tomb  can  detain  the  "anointed," 

With  the  "oil  of  gladness"  from  old  was  exalted 
To  manifest  God,  shout  the  vict'ry  appointed ! 

Over  Parsees  and  priests  have  our  rights  assaulted. 
Saying,  "I  will  have  mercy  and  not  sacrifice ;" 

Once  again,  hear  the  "law"  sin  propitiating — 
Yields  to  covenant,  new,  at  Mt.  Calvary's  price, 

Left  the  Sonship  is  higher — officiating. 

"Of  Melchisedec's  order,"  unknown  lineage; 

Accepted  by  few  that  direct  generation 
With  Holy  Ghost  power  fixed  His  parentage, — 

Seeks  similitude  since  in  regeneration. 
Otherwise  entertained  by  those  may  be  healing! 

Others  traffic  and  play  with  this  marvelous  source : 
Omega  and  Alpha  of  that  one  was  kneeling 

Sought  in  unity — Strength,  kept  his  star  in  its  course; 

Is  beginning  for  all  His  "initiates"  know 

That  the  road  beaten  hard  by  the  late  multitudes, 
Must  be  left  for  the  trail,  radiating  with  glow 

Of  the  Thibetan  taper  in  deep  solitudes. 
Points  the  logical  end !  moved  Mount  riven  through 

From  summit  to  base  by  electrical  volt, 
From  the  cloud  o'er  its  crest  shut  the  windows  of  blue, 

Used  Artillery  matching  the  fierce  thunder-bolt: 


EASTER  CHIMES  27 

Was  vibrating  still  through  His  body  transmuted 

To  that  essence  so  fine,  has  each  positive  pole 
In  Consciousness  centered  vain  self  has  disputed, 

Falsifying  that  miracle  done  by  the  WHOLE. 
On  that  first  Easter  Morn  lit  the  candles  to  burn ! 

Set  alignments  anew  for  a  future  certain, 
Set  the  seal  of  approval  on  spirit  return! — 

Introduced  better  drama  with  rising  curtain. 

Do  the  anthems  now  pealing,  bells  that  are  loudest — 

Still  legitimate  wants? — Sharp  strenuous  struggle 
To  keep  up  appearances,  vie  with  the  proudest, 

Sail  the  seas  on  the  foam  of  elements,  juggle? 
Can't  we  throw  in  the  background  household  exactions? 

Go  with  Mary  a  mile  while  mind  is  the  clearest, 
"Where  no  man  hath  been  laid,"  no  past,  no  distractions ! 

And  embalm  with  our  prayers  memoir  of  the  dearest." 

There  an  open  grave  shows  no  earthly  corruption — 

Holy  one  can  embrace,  ne'er  secure  in  its  chain ; 
For  the  spices  no  need !  would  design  interruption 

Of  decay  will  progress,  though  their  odors  remain. 
Who  now  adds  to  certitude — wings  that  are  fleeter ! 

Ev'ry  instinct  addresses  to  sanctified  shrine, — 
His  message  may  take  to  "disciples  and  Peter," 

May  outside  of  its  precincts  meet  "Risen"  divine. 

What  had  Mary  then  missed,  her  service  deferring 
Till  accomplished  routine  of  duties  hold  woman? 

What  had  history  missed  of  devotion,  is  stirring 
To  grander  endeavor  the  nations  more  human? 

What  lack  in  religious  emotions !  reserving — 


28  THE  LOVE  OVER  OURS 

No  evangelized  mission  for  mother  and  daughter! 
Could  not  nail  to  the  tree, — for  Easter  preserving 

This  account  of  the  Lamb  "led  dumb  to  the  slaughter." 


THE  LOVE  OVER  OURS. 


(Memorial  to  my  brother  Raymond.) 
With  my  photo  collection  lies  tin-type  blurred — 
By  wantonness,  wizard,  or  the  wee  babe  strayed. 
Not  another  can  bring  from  innermost  deeps, 
Like  the  picture  I  kiss,  of  one  who  sleeps, 
Such  a  well  of  remembrance,  that  flowing  leaps 
To  meet  as  a  fountain  the  "cloud"  that  weeps: 
With  a  livelier  tint  clothes  verdure  that  swayed 
In  the  rushing  of  wind  by  the  "small  voice"  stirred, — 
At  our  trysting  place  Love  had  appointed  here 

Why  this  four-year  old  given  such  a  prominent  niche 
In  my  "holy  of  holies"  where  pedestal  raised, 
Held  in  after  events  other  vases  four — 
Keeping  buds  from  Conservatory  o'er 
Prison-house  of  trials  and  suffering  sore; — 
Hints  a  mystery  like  unto  angel  wore : 
For  he  "journeyed  apart"  ere  the  solstice  blazed! 
To  lose  in  illusions  of  mid-day  wick, 

The  Ray  from  that  Love,  we  had  fostered  here. 


THE  LOVE  OVER  OURS 

Only  sister  caught  shaft,  Saturn  sped  in  the  dark 
Of  environments  trusted  with  issue  in  life. 
All  else  then  agreeing,  no  sacrilege  seen 
In  the  shearing  that  gave  to  the  scizzors  keen 
Those  glossy  bronze  curls  fit  to  deck  a  queen ; — 
Those  ringlets  that  clung,  stamping  girlish  mien 
With  a  nature  unsuited  to  sorrow  and  strife ; 
Preparing  to  follow  the  plough  till  his  bark- 
Was  launched  in  the  Love  manifesting  here. 

Coincident  view  passes  common  enough ! — 

Aye !  content  with  externals  will  you  not  peer 
Into  hidden  ways  of  the  Highest,  Who  veils 
His  sublimest  truth  under  print  of  nails !  ? 
Why  believe  with  the  poet  whose  finer  gift  fails, 
Who  deemeth  God  gains  or  on  mother  prevails 
To  cast  aside  "grace," — Law  entailing  pay  dear; — 
For  sole  compensation  adds  chilling  rebuff ! 

Relieved  by  His  Love  from  earthy  cares  here. 

When  a  shallow  sarcasm  invested  with  rhyme — 
Inclines  to  establish  a  balance  found  thus, 
Full  pretty  it  sounds,  to  say  winning  girls 
Alone  should  continue  in  sunny  curls : 
Pleasing,  womanly  airs,  unbecoming  pearls, — 
Like  a  saving  religion  not  for  sinning  churls ; 
To  convert  into  man  making  sensible  fuss ! 
Even  stealing  from  Nature  her  infant  in  time ; 

A  burlesque  on  the  love  that  cradled  him  here. 

This  queer  subterfuge  may  console  for  a  span, 

Though  one  weaker  waxes  for  want  of  the  soul — 
Would  buoy  up  his  mother  as  haying-time  flies 


30  THE  LOVE  OVER  OURS 

To  lay  up  more  treasures  beyond  the  skies. 
But  I  know,  when  those  locks  fell  in  spite  of  my  sighs 
Was  a  brother  shorn  by  the  "author"  of  lies. 
Same  custom  that's  making  our  midgets  look  droll 
In  pantaloons, — changing  our  sweet  little  man ! — 

For  one  that  slights  Love  such  as  Eve  seeks  here. 

In  a  world  so  complex  'tis  a  noxious  weed 
Comes  to  fruitage  in  soil  by  error  prepared ! 
My  thought  I'll  revive  in  dictum  more  plain: 
Not  always  shall  father  reap  worldly  gain 
In  the  mother's  loss  of  her  baby  "Jean." 
For  "sickle"  made  sharper,  descends  on  the  twain 
To  sunder  from  body,  two  growing  grey-haired — 
Who  worship  together  at  shrine  of  this  creed, 

Spurning  pledge  of  the  Love  that  sent  him  here. 

His  service  and  smiles  they  .have  missed  on  the  road — 
Getting  dimmer,  rougher,  as  they  near  the  bridge; 
Groping  blindly  along  their  touch  on  the  rail 
Sixth  sense  too  benumbed  with  labor  to  hail — 
Either  heed  their  own  with  the  precious  "grail," 
Through  th'  dusk  will  not  follow  friends  on  the  trail ; 
Their  brooms  hugging  tightly  both  wearily  trudge — 
Through  the  mire  never  asking  a  hand  to  unload ; 

Though  a  willing  spirit  was  that  love  waiting  here. 

So  young,  so  tender  to  tread  the  cold  "valley" ; 
Feel  the  waters  gurgling,  shrink  issues  dissolving. 
And  yet  in  those  moments  of  agony  there 
As  he  rose  with  "guardian,"  wings  of  prayer, — 
Was  born  of  submission  a  stubborn  pair 
Life  tenure  uncertain  should  the  birth-pangs  spare. 


THE  SOUI/OF  WORDS  31 

In  the  "wave"  efficacious  they  plunge  resolving : 
Flame  advancing,  to  flee,  ere  the  tempter  rally- 
Overcoming  the  Love  Christ  revealeth  here. 

And  the  " Sunshine"  departing  the  parents  wall, 
Sought  an  aperture — where  a  Ray  of  Light 

Could  convince  with  its  shadow  on  th'  sandy  floor, 
The  "divine"  walketh  in  at  an  "open  door" : 
That  the  sun's  still  shining,  transmitting  ore 
To  smelter  refining  for  the  golden  shore. 
In  vision  he  knocked  for  admission  one  night- 
Long  I  struggled  for  strength  to  answer  his  call, 

My  heart  searching  space  for  that  love  bound  here : 

How  the  bolts  flew  back !  barriers  burned  away, 
The  pass-word  spoken  and  communion  given, 
Liberation  from  doubt  by  a  glorified  son — 
Whose  dedication  was  a  mission  begun 
When  a  narrow  circle  concluded  it  done — 
Confirms  a  sweet  faith  for  the  faltering  one ! — 
Who,  the  chasm  would  cross  by  a  step  to  Heaven, 
At  eleventh  hour  bursting  the  bonds  that  stay — 

Our  "At-one-ment"  with  Love,  that  has  brought  me  here 


THE  SOUL  OF  WORDS. 


The  shelves  piled  high,  the  bookcases  crammed 
The  paper  racks  full,  the  libraries  jammed; 
Leaves  nothing  to  wish  has  visible  weight, 


32  THE  SOUL  OF  WORDS 

From  its  products  of  pen  are  right  up  to  date. 
The  sea  and  the  sky,  equator  and  poles 
Ransacked  for  a  story  some  genius  extols ; 
Though  cheap  be  the  sheets,  our  language  completes 
And  the  soul  of  the  words  in  meaning  repletes. 

Bindings  superfluous ! — type  must  tell 

Their  beauty  and  worth  where  writers  excel. 

Does  rhetoric  most  appeal  to  you  ? 

Etimology  first  had  much  to  do 

With  tongues  newly  born,  orthography  bold 

Not  like  us  tied  to  authorities  old. 

Did  Webster's  rare  mind  in  symmetry  bind  ? 

Yet,  the  soul  of  the  words  we  still  must  find. 

Sounds  could  not  serve  to  impress  his  name 
Living  comes  down  with  American  fame, 
Gave  us  credit  abroad.    Ah !  whence  th'  taint 
On  English  pronounced  a  libel  on  feint. 
Was  't  our  faulty  plan  ?  —  that  per  capita  style 
Lets  heart  education  to  lag  the  while, 
Smooth  sophistries  bleed ;  oratory — not  deed 
When  soul  of  the  words  is  the  peoples'  need. 

Oral  or  print,  prosy  half  of  /the  time, 
Oft  fluently  furnished  rhythm  and  rhyme ; 
Small  thought  was  conveyed  in  flowing  feet 
Since  other  verse  sipped  the  sentiment  sweet. 
Can't  flowers  of  speech  find  nectar  enough 
In  the  source  over  all,  though  the  skies  are  rough? 
More  blooming  each  week  hold  th'  honey  ye  seek — 
May  the  soul  of  the  words  their  message  speak. 


THE  SOUITOF  WORDS 

As  beads  on  the  string  hidden  from  view — 
Be  they  lucid  with  light  sometimes  shines  thro, 
So  the  inner  Life  in  various  phase 
Gleams  forth  from  the  page ;  or  hackneyed  phrase 
Proves  its  shallow  depth,  may  purpose  expose! 
Would  lead  us  in  chains  to  our  champing  foes ; 
Thus  the  common  herds — e'en  cattle  and  Kurds ! 
Find  "heaven  and  hell"  in  the  soul  of  words. 

Ready  made  religions — fit  for  the  mass ; 
The  same  in  opinions  which  you  must  pass 
And  think  by  yourselves,  the  reasons  for  them; 
How  Nimrods  began  to  distinguish  men. 
Why  it  is,  no  beads  of  fortune  now  wait 
For  the  humble  hand  on  a  Haviland  plate. 
Mere  creatures  of  fate !    Must  they  suffer  and  hate ! 
Till  soul  in  their  words  has  made  them  great. 

Irony  cold  'has  power  to  slay 

More  in  a  moment  than  grew  in  a  day ; 

As  swift  to  destroy — that  torrent  burns 

Like  molten  lava  affection  that  yearns. 

Better  than  such,  is  no  soul  at  all, 

Better  empty  vessels — those  words  that  fall  • 

Leaving  occult  ends  to  reveal  us  to  friends, 

When  the  Soul  of  new  words  in  harmony  blends. 

Worship  was  crude  gave  way  to  "Divine" 
Foreshadow  was  each  could  man  refine, 
And  the  Great  Spirit  taught  where  the  red  man  trod  ; 
'Twas  liberal  Athens  to  th'  "Unknown  God" 


34  THE  FATE  OF  THE  ROSES 

Raised  an  altar  that  pleased  the  FATHER*  above, 
Spoke  one  like  Himself  manifesting  Love : 
No  longer  deferred — this  lesson  inferred 
Shows  a  Personal  God  is  the  S.oul  of  HIS  Word. 


THE  FATE  OF  THE  ROSES. 


Once  a  boyish  admirer,  with  fine  careless  ease 

Sallied  forth  in  the  Garden  to  while  away  grace, 
With  a  prodigal  hand  pulled  th'  blossoms  to  please 

An  idle  attraction  or  fancy  was  base. 
Crushed  with  cold  indifference  under  his  feet 

Their  loveliness  pleading,  so  tender,  so  bright ; 
Yet,  moments  seemed  golden,  he  spent  by  the  seat 

Of  a  shaded  tea-rose  growing  pink  in  th'"  light. 

Why  turned  he,  round  quickly  ?    As  from  him  he  flung ! 

Its  form  was  expanding  heart-broken,  we  know; 
Was  it  Cameron  pride  or  his  own  that  was  stung? 

By  its  prisoner  flew  in  that  long,  long  ago! 
Let  me  tell  of  one  passed  with  a  manlier  tread 
Lightly  touching  the  flowers  like  a  reverent  child; 
By  permission,  then  plucked  the  bonniest  red 
Captivating  rose  that  upon  him  had  smiled. 

*Says  Emerson  in  his  Essay  on  "Language":  That  which  intellect 
ually  considered,  we  call  Reason,  considered  in  relation  to  Nature,  we 
call  Spirit;  and  man  in  all  ages  and  countries  embodies  it  in  his 
language,  as  'The  FATHER." — Author. 


THE^FATE  OF  THE  ROSES  35 

This  bloom  he  transferred  to  his  button-hole, 

All  its  freshness  he  sought  to  keep  for  himself ; 
Fatality  strange ! — that  drooping,  it  stole 

And  his  senses  bewitched  enslaved  by  the  sylph.— 
In  its  calyx  concealed,  lay  artful  and  coy 

From  the  Soul  of  the  Word  recruiting  her  charms; 
Higher  minded  than  fairy — we  wonder  why  Floy 

Left  those  Devachan  plains  for  Dakota  farms. 

Might  be  lingering  trace  from  treasuries'  past 

Of  the  joys  "Hiawatha's  wooing"  there  gave, 
Under  moonlight  so  free,  when  the  firelight  cast 

Sportive  shadows  ahead  of  events  that  save. 
And  you  wouldn't  presume  with  imperious  pose 

She'd  associate  long  with  the  prairie  queen, 
Though  she  took  on  the  airs  of  a  "fickle  wild  rose" 

Till  her  Lover  drew  nigh,  in  rhapsodies  seen. 

/ 

There  in  wilderness  planted  to  blush  unknown, 

By  the  Florist  delivered,  now  what  is  her  fate  ? 
Costly  vase  to  adorn!  in  affinities'  own, 

Decorative  to  scatter  her  leaves  o'er  the  plate. 
Thro  that  gentle  regard  discovered  in  time 

It  could  not  survive  such  unnatural  birth, — 
Held  in  button-hole  close,  ne'er  a  breath  of  the  clime 

Gave  rose  to  unfoldment  in  kind  mother  earth. 

In  the  elements  set  urged  on  to  perfection, — 
Shall  its  usefulness  pass  with  the  lady's  glove? 

When  its  fragrance  departs,  shall  this  be  exception? 
Only  thorns  to  reward  disappointed  Love  ? 

Nay !  the  tenant  remains,  exquisitely  fair — 


36  THE  FATE  OF  THE  ROSES 

Of  the  sylph  peeping  out  thro'  coquetish  orbs, 
Will  abide  with  the  Lover  selected  with  care 
Her  rich  blended  colorings — ether  absorbs. 

Sigh  not  that  she  faded !  when  leaves  drop  away, 

Nor  think  she's  the  "last  rose  of  summer"  to  be ; 
Watch  the  promising  buds  in  clustering  spray — 

Are  awaiting  their  turn  for  maturity. 
Shall  the  sylph  not  bestow  her  wonderful  wealth 

Of  affection  and  gifts?    Enveloping  them 
With  the  pure  atmosphere  necessary  to  health, 

Though  paler  companions  should  grow  on  the  stem. 

And  the  Lover  enlisted  thus  early  in  Life, 

Counts  nothing  a  trouble  induces  their  stay ; 
Surroundings  improves,  tempers  wind  that  is  rife 

While  American  Beauty  may  have  its  Day, 
Most  petted,  most  prized !  yet  no  family  feuds 

Alienate  the  sweet  sisters;  one  brilliant  and  tall — 
As  a  tree  or  the  climbers  her  cousin  includes, 

In  modesty  holds  spicy  odors  of  all. 

"Tis  the  pale  Marshal  Neil  in  a  spot  retired 

Hangs  her  head  with  a  shyness,  you  must  be  shown ; 
Then  with  me  you'll  be  hoping  her  fate  was  inspired 

Gave  one  to  the  sweetheart  most  ardent  alone. 
Parted  her  with  a  hand  unsteady,  but  true — 

From  the  stalk  which  was  twisted  completing  the  arch; 
Bore  in  triumph,  anon,  breathing  vows  that  he  knew 

Struck  deeper  than  strains  of  the  "wedding  march." 

Of  ev'ry  description  rare  flowers  remained ! 
But  none  left  so  lonely  as  stately  Le  Marc, 


THE  RACE  WITH  THE  SUN  37 

Where  the  Marguerite  faint,  and  the  Feverfew  deigned 

Not  once  to  congratulate,  once  to  remark: 
How  beautifully  roses  for  bridal  were  dressed ! 

Creamy  white  stood  the  one,  wore  azure  above, — 
Drew  suitors  about,  kept  us  guessing  the  best; 

Did  either  one  know  half  the  meaning  of  Love  ? 

Why  friction  ensued,  and  a  quarrel  occurred ! 

Truly,  I  cannot  say,  but  a  choice  must  be  made ; 
Most  surprising  to  learn    that  Le  Marc  said  a  word : — 

Sent  one  on  his  way  while  the  other  lad  played 
And  toyed  with  the  petals  that  showered  him  o'er 

Like  dew-drops  of  Heaven — remission  of  sins; 
Taking  timidly  her  hath  the  Spirit  in  store, — 

Linking  fate  with  the  Roses,  his  future  begins. 


THE  RACE  WITH  THE  SUN. 


My  disconsolate,  questioning  spirit  did  grieve 

On  a  dim  astral  plane  looking  out  o'er  the  Main : 
There  no  courier  seen  brought  the  welcome  reprieve 

For  care  that  enchained  her — forged  "bill  of  attainder." 
For  self  not  a  thought,  in  mine  eagerness  summing 

All  of  courage  to  plead,  fervor  to  intercede 
With  the  FATHER  unseen  for  a  reason  why  coming — 

Were  no  tidings  of  one  who  had  errand  begun. 


38  THE  RACE  WITH  THE  SUN 

Why,  oh  why  didst  Thou  send  when  declining  of  Day ! 

No  Time  left  to  slaughter,  leisure  to  loiter 
In  the  hedges  inviting — innocent  to  play? 

At  the  brooklet  in  brake,  never  thirst  stop  to  slake 
But  temptations  assail  him  few  strong  to  resist : 

Sweet  scented  on  banks  lift  the  flowers  in  flanks, 
Some  artistic  taste  calling — sure  he  will  persist 

In  culling  their  graces  for  the  dear  home  faces. 

Here  th'  cobra  most  deadly  finds  covert  or  sunning : 

If  incautious,  his  foot  may  stumble  at  root 
Of  th'  evil  that's  spreading  'neath  carpet  so  cunning — 

He  would  never  guess  fangs  had  provided  his  pangs. 
Ever  fearless  and  thoughtless,  pursuing  his  joy 

Treads  safely,  mayhap,  where  the  timid  finds  trap; 
As  he  fashions  a  rod  for  delightful  alloy — 

Tiny  minnow  to  land  on  the  whitening  sand. 

In  bush  or  the  bramble,  through  tall,  nodding  clover ! 

Just  "a  bare- foot  boy"  may  he  tardily  toy 
In  God's  Aviary,  some  lesson  learn  over, — 

With  the  butterfly's  chase  brighter  talents  debase? 
He'll  tire  of  such  sports,  will  remember  his  mission, — 

Dreading  Parent  severe — to  counsel  give  ear : 
Bethink  of  the  sad,  tender  Sister's  monition 

"On  the  ground  do  not  lie  when  th'  evening  draws  nigh/' 

And  who  is  to  warn !  nearing  Nature's  stream  often, 
Where  he  stoops  on  its  brink  refreshing  to  drink 

From  its  beverage  sweet?    There  presiding  to  soften 
Inner  craving  of  lymph  sits  petite  "Water-nymph" : 

With  a  potency  sent  from  original  Store — 


THE   RACE  WITH  THE  SUN 

Intended  to  cheer  His  Ambassador  here, — 
Starting  out  with  a  Flame  which  Divinity  wore 
To  be  fed  with  the  Love  that  is  born  from  Above. 

Did  those  elements  shaping  in  kindly  embrace 

His  image  that  caught  her,  smiling  up  through  th'  water 
To  the  music  attuned,  of  a  sphere  in  its  place; — 

Point  the  Neophyte,  pure,  ruling  destiny,  sure? 
On  his  errand,  must  Brother  trust  senses  beguiled? 

Oh,  why,  still  I  moan,  amid  perils  alone 
Is  Thy  task  thus  imposed  on  susceptible  Child? 

Scarcely  Man  scores  a  run  in  that  race  with  th'  Sun. 

More  slanting  its  beams,  now  his  pace  is  redoubled, 

For  no  laggard  is  he !  at  "Gethsemane" — 
Asleep  would  not  fall,  leaving  Soul  that  is  troubled 

To  be  taken  by  "spies"  moody  Judas  allies. 
Wiser  Porter  than  Peter  must  guard  our  estate, 

Such  fleshly  Apostle  doth  hinder  and  jostle : 
First,  denying  his  Lord, — lieth  prone  at  the  Gate, 

Now,  to  rest  and  to  dine,  oh,  let  him  resign. 

But  One  mid  the  "Candle-sticks"  stands  o'er  the  Way 

Sent  the  tidings  I  sought :    "Thou  wailest  for  naught, 
When  his  Orbit  he  rounds,  Centripetal  sway — 

There  exerted,  he'll  wheel  like  a  boat  on  her  keel." 
This  comforting  message  did  Angel  deliver, 

In  my  yearning — to  heed  I  failed,  for  his  need 
Apparently  great — made  me  sorrow  and  shiver, 

For  th'  dangers  that  thickened  as  erring  was  quickened. 

Not  the  least  of  disputants  to  harass  his  path 
Was  th'  fleet-footed  "hare"  gamboled  fast  to  the  Fair: 


40  THE  RACE  WITH  THE  SUN 

While  so  slow  toiled  the  "tortoise"  thro'  fields  of  "Ardath" 
He  captured  and  taught  her  swift  transit  by  water. 

Still  my  patience  finds  ready  excuse  for  boys'  actions, 
Of  the  hare,  was  he  jealous?    The  plodding,  they  tell  us 

At  the  "Goal"  should  arrive  in  advance  of  the  factions, 
Would  show  in  a  "wager" — Missourian  stager. 

His  experiment  proved  that  instinct  before  him — 

Had  formed  to  its  station  each  beast  of  creation ; 
Where  things  have  beginnings  and  use  is  the  forum! 

He  discarded  the  tent^  though  construction  his  bent: 
More  clearly  for  once,  now,  I  saw  "looking  backward" 

With  a  vision  inspired,  gift  newly  acquired, — 
No  "Cast-away"  Brother — who  journeys  with  Jacquard; 

Never  "wreck  on  the  Sea"  for  a  Ship-wright  will  be. 

Count  no  failure — commencement  save  in  direction; 

He  waits  on  renown  till  his  burden's  laid  down;  — 
His  plans  and  designs  pushing  on  to  perfection! 

There's  success  in  the  air,  when  he  builds  up  the  "stair/' 
He  must  first  sip  experience!  stand  persecution, — 

Must  glean  at  the  lecture  and  try  architecture; 
Must  court  intuition,  charge  some  institution 

With  electrical  fire  he's  borrowed  from  higher ! 

All  this  to  accomplish,  Kindergarten  mean  time — 

Be  always  in  session  'gainst  future  succession, 
Whilst  the  claim  was  neglected  in  bleak,  frigid  zone 

He  must  work  over-hours  seeking  mineral  dowers. 
Again  I  remonstrate  and  sigh  for  assurance, 

Oh,  FATHER  I  pray  Thee,  in  mercy  accord  me 
Thine  answer  to  this :  should  he  lack  the  endurance 

By  Night  over-taken — at  Morn  will  he  waken? 


THE  RACE  WITH  THE  SUN  41 

Cold  Earth  for  his  pillow !  may  Guardians  flying 

Set  the  ladder  probation  for  "heir  of  salvation"  ? 
Near  "Israel's"  head — open  Heaven  for  the  dying 

To  behold  with  his  eyes  brighter  World  in  the  skies  ? 
Shall  Thy  Wisdom  offended — petition  deny! 

In  "captivity"  lead  when  departed  indeed? 
From  the  distance  came  echo  of  VOICE — the  Most  High : — 

"Aeona !  cease  weeping,  return  to  thy  sleeping ;" 

Mortal  body  he  rescued  from  fate  did  impend — 

Found  a  "shelter  in  storm"  his  protection  so  warm ; 
Doubt  ye  not,  all  sufficient — My  Strength  to  the  END 

Can  preserve  through  th'  Night  and  continue  with  Light. 
To  guide,  I  employ  no  Power  of  Coercion, — 

But,  search  every  heart  and  My  "likeness"  impart 
To  the  tablet  washed  clean  at  "fountain"  conversion, 

Thus  My  coin  shall  I  know  by  inscription  below. 

My  children,  I'M  Abel — to  draw  by  persuasion, 

At  My  Right  Hand  sitting  is  the  Lode-Stone  fitting: 
Under  His  "Law  of  Grace"  there  is  no  evasion, — 

Art  legitimate  Son!  when  His  "labors"  are  done." 
Devotion  to  home,  country,  Life, — incarnation 

Each  epoch  brings  nearer,  His  impress  makes  clearer: 
Be  family,  citizen,  KING — Coronation! 

On  that  altar  ye  give,  springs  the  "phoenix"  to  live. 


42  BORN  OF  THE  SPIRIT 

BORN  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 

What  can  I  do !  for  him  who  died 

And  rose  again,  ere  Easter  tide? 

Can  we  repay  one,  foully  slain! 

That  man  might  heavenly  futures  gain. 

That  through  the  truth  we  might  go  free 

Be  fitted  for  Immensity; 

Taught  all  should  drink  from  hidden  fount  • 

Showed  Moses  standing  on  the  Mount, 

With  strange  Elijah  come  from  God 

Had  tasted  death  where  Jesus  trod. 

"Transfigured"  there,  he  soon  would  be 

Accused  for  his  Divinity; 

For  breaking  bonds  their  custom  forged 
For  bridging  "gulf"  that  sin  had  gorged; 
There  Sadducees  — a  skeptic  world 
And  Pharisees  combining,  hurled 
The  stones  that  slew  a  martyred  host, 
And  crucified  Him  loved  the  most: 
Would  prove  we  live  beyond  the  grave ! 
Would  strike  the  shackles  from  the  slave; 
Brave  witness, — He  prepared  before, 
Set  squarely  in  the  "open  door"; 
For  angels  opened  wide  at  WILL 
Of  FATHER  blest  those  coming  still; 
To  comfort  bring,  to  courage  call 
Our  fainting  hearts  and  feet  that  fall. 

How  doth  my  soul  rejoice  to  learn 
He  sent  my  Own  to  bid  me  turn; 


BORN  OF  THE  SPIRIT  43 

How  precious  is  that  lesson  sought 

When  Christ  the  miracle  hath  wrought. 

No  cord  has  death  in  sleep  to  bind 

Our  conscious  hopes,  our  kindred  mind; 

If  priest  and  prophet  then  could  rise 

At  his  behest  to  light  the  skies, 

If  He  could  preach  to  prisoned  souls  ^ 

No  earthly  clay  their  senses  holds; 

If  John  "divine"  ascending  too 

His  fellow  servant — angel  knew — ! 

Why !  should  I  fear  th'  unseen  Cause  ? 

Acquaints  me  with  those  "higher  laws." 

Can  I  do  less  than  testify : 

The  gift  is  promised  those  who  try 

Was  supplemented  with  the  same, 

That  tuned  the  harp  for  lyric  fame. 

Saith,  more  should  voice  the  message  came 

To  woman  first,  must  bear  the  blame; 

Taught  me  a  holy  Spirit  comes 

To  rescue  from  our  secret  slums: 

Where  greed  has  licensed  crime  to  stalk 

While  loudly  Church  and  Nations  talk; 

On  tainted  gold  their  pillars  stand, 

Will  God  redeem  this  glorious  land? 

Give  pure  ideals,  saintly  lives 

When  Satan's  throne  no  longer  thrives! 

When  all  mankind  secures  the  "fire"  ? 

Prometheus  caught  by  high  desire. ; 

Each  line  of  sage  and  saviours  knew, 

Drew  down  those  sparks  divine  to  woo.  .      j 


44  THE  LINNET 

With  Love  they  would  inspirit  just 
Will  we  but  banish  hate  and  lust; 
They  called  to  Life  from  out  the  "tomb" 
Which  carnal  self  had  made  my  doom, 
My  better  part  to  hail  the  Power 
Restored  the  Christ  that  happy  hour. 
Oh!  praises  sing!  and  pattern  take! 
Of  him  who  dried  the  burning  "lake" ; 
Of  Spirit  born  could  quell  the  "sea" 
Yields  up  its  dead  humanity. 


THE  LINNET. 


In  a  Wood  where  the  tree  is  fabulous  now ! 
Sang  a  dear  little  linnet  on  topmost  bough. 
There  the  vultures  that  gather  would  scarce  allow 
Unpretending  thrush  a  seat  on  their  floors, 
Scarce  imbibe  a  note  of  the  harmony  pours 
Through  the  songsters'  throats  from  musical  stores; 
Appreciate  never  a  half-step  higher 
Up  the  octaves  that  lead  the  soprano  choir, 
Arpeggios  reaching — most  ardent  desire. 

No  applause  received !  should  even  they  win  it, 
Some  thinking  perhaps  could  outshine  the  linnet! 
Rate  modest  apparel  th'  very  next  minute; 

Soon  forgot  the  sweet  sounds  of  contralto  lone 


THE  LINNET  45 

Because  a  dead  language  imparted  its  tone, 
To  them  meaningless !  as  the  "mustard  seed"  grown 
Of  gigantic  size — merely  sheltered  a  brood 
Of  birds  that  befoul  it, — in  common  with  good 
This  rendezvous  sought  bringing  Nerom  his  food. 

None  of  these  were  supposed  to  trouble  their  heads 
(In  every  direction  flying  to  beds,) 
To  observe  whether  linnet  in  her  home  nest  weds ! 
Or  to  dance  attendance  on  her  distant  flight, 
Be  dispersion  decreed  in  glaring  day  light 
Or  in  magical  circle  detained  till  night, 

With  darkness  and  horrors  to  frighten  her  sore ; 
While  charms,  adolescent !  serpent-subtile,  wore — 
Impinged  on  her  retina,  puzzle  her  more. 

Thus  it  happened  one  eve,  contracting  a  cold 
Soaring  high  on  staccatto  her  poise  to  hold — 
Vocal  cords  had  been  strained  and  muscular  fold. 
Alas,  shall  her  perch  be  abandoned  for  days! 
Else  a  specialist  she  must  consult,  whose  ways 
And  means  to  eradicate,  simply  did  craze 
Her  faculties  brighter  and  truer  inborn 
Than  those  of  the  quack  ever  tooting  his  horn; 
While  cocaine  he  doses  down  subject  forlorn. 

No  hint  of  his  practice,  no  warning  to  her 
Not  to  swallow  narcotic  was  deadlier! 
Than  assassin's  dagger,  believe  it  kind  sir. 

This  family  pet  reached  her  roof  in  a  maze 

Of  whirling  sensations  and  sickening  sways, 

Just  whispered  suspicion  of  remedy  slays; 


46  THE  LINNET 

Lying  locked  in  embrace  of  an  icy  clasp 
She  struggles  and  shivers  as  loved  ones  grasp 
At  straws  in  the  air,  for  her  fainter  gasp. 

Too  surely  they're  telling  Unconsciousness  nears, 
Save  my  darling,  moans  mother  through    blinding  tears! 
God  help  us,  groans  father  grey  growing  with  years; 
Relations  and  neighbors  are  summoned  in  haste ! 
Not  a  moment  of  time  is  there  here  to  waste ; 
For  advice  up  to  date  of  medical  caste, 

Are  the  trusty  dispatched,  one  responsive  finds 
Right  around  the  corner  Park  avenue  winds, — 
Tries  the  latest  discovery  science  minds. 

Throws  a  gleam  of  hope  where  the  usual  fails ! 
When  destroyer  can  stalk  and  physician  wails 
"Fifteen  minutes"  late,  death  had  loosened  her  sails. 
Could  the  hot  water  bags  and  rubbing  e'er  give! 
Back  to  health  and  beauty  that  maiden  to  live 
All  the  rest  of  her  term  ?    Was  derivative 
From  previous  effects  operating  as  "laws" — 
Have  Infinite  WILL  for  their  hidden  Cause: 
To  the  rescue  a  present  salvation  draws. 

But  an  hour  of  grace,  higher  Wisdom  displayed 
Through  His  faithful  vicegerent,  her  call  delayed; 
To  research  be  the  credit  of  ravage  stayed. 
With  that  liquid  life  into  veins  injected — 
Was  motion  restored  and  the  blood  rejected 
By  ventricles  bound, — to  mission  elected; 

Broke  the  calm,  was  stealing  with  pallor  to  claim 
For  premature  grave,  one  the  angels  will  name  — 
Eglistina  the  seraph  of  sylvan  fame. 


LIKE  OTHERS  47 

The  sighs  and  the  sobs  had  so  pitiful  been ! 
To  be  ne'er  forgotten  in  portals  between 
My  childhood  of  mists  and  the  crossing  unseen; 
Evergreen!  remembrance  of  limbs  relaxing — 
Of  color  revived  in  the  lips  were  waxing, 
Of  relief  to  the  nerves  grim  fear  was  taxing ; 

Oh !  the  feelings  of  joy,  when  symptoms  recurred 
Strength  gave  her  to  feebly  articulate  word, 
In  maternal  ears  sweetest  one  ever  heard. 

That  word  was  "mam  a,"  with  its  pathos  speaking ! 
The  world  of  devotion  pure  LOVE  is  seeking ; 
Stirred  the  heavy  load  at  the  heart  was  leaking 
For  an  earlier  grief  time  could  not  efface. 
Spared  another  blow !  did  she  thankfully  place 
Her  hand  in  the  Saviour's  while  walking  apace? 
Rise  to  faith  renewed  in  Divinity's  care! 
For  the  linnet  He  gave  to  unfoldment  rare, 
Sings  in  language  is  living,  the  future  fair. 


LIKE  OTHERS. 


Were  affluence  yours,  would  you  keep  it  or  lose  it  ? 
In  a  frantic  endeavor  to  swindle,  excuse  it — 
Just  like  others  who  say,  when  reverses  disclose  it 
Clothed  the  wisest  intentions  for  people  oppose  it? 
Have  emoluments  all  aspiration  for  lever, 
Is  there  no  reputation  from  slander  can  sever? 


48  LIKE  OTHERS 

If  beautiful  born,  do  you  prize  it  or  rue  it ! 
As  the  strong  barricade  of  the  senses  that  grew  it  ? 
Does  sub-conscious  purity  bid  you  beware  it, 
Put  with  rubbish  and  finery  into  the  garret? 
Lest  the  ugly  and  plain  add  to  it  adulation — 
While  they  pattern  in  envy  or  vituperation. 

Had  exuberant  health  been  yours,  would  you  use  it 
That  Intelligence  blessing  gave  chance  to  abuse  it? 
Should  you  put  an  incumbrance  there  sure  to  defraud  it  ? 
Would  you  make  application  for  blanks,  meant  to  audit 
Long  accounts  for  the  greenhorn,  so  clumsily  "falling" ! — 
Off  the  fence  just  as  spleen  wished  to  see  him  go  sprawling. 

If  queer  metamorphose  in  grey  matter,  make  it 

Seem  apparent  you're  "Czar  of  the  Russias,"  why  take  it — 

As  safe  premonition  of  "changes"  will  bring  it : 

When  decision  and  faith  in  its  fulness  begin  it; 

Ends  with  "habeus  corpus"  to  Nihilists  asking, — 

Bugle  blast  of  defiance  to  "Nobles/'  are  basking. 

When  a  talent  divined,  would  you  bury  or  burn  it — 
Where  in  dim  charnel  house  sloth  and  enmity  spurn  it? 
Close  folded  in  smooth  snowy  "napkin"  to  grace  it, 
With  the  grave-clothes  of  holiness !  there  would  you  place  it  ? 
If,  by  deference  bounden  and  duties — called  mothers! 
You  may  feel  it  incumbent  to  act  just  "like  others." 

Misfortune  attends  having  mind  not  to  move  it, — 
In  puerile  servitude  never  to  prove  it; 
Sea-faring  in  galley  fearing  sailors  who  rock  it 
Will  capsize  and  hurl  all  to  the  Just  Judge's  docket ! 
Would  you  then  be  like  others  in  imminent  danger 
You'd  accept  a  kind  rescue  of  rover  or  ranger. 


LIKE£OTHERS  49 

If  a  mansion  or  dove-cot  were  mine  would  I  like  it — 
With  appointments  and  prestige  pertaining  to  strike  it 
Into  subsoil  of  vain  satisfaction,  hath  sought  it? 
Ah !  yes,  child  of  nature — mysterious  wrought  it — 
In  travail  must  relinquish  with  Hagar  the  fleeting! 
Salutation  of  Sarah  "Heir"  sends  with  his  greeting : 

"Know  thyself"  a  cup-bearer,  let  bondage  declare  it! 
Let  acquaintance  with  sorrow  help  thee  to  outwear  it ; 
Know  thyself  that  no  more  can  stranger  abide  it — 
Was  promised  to  Son  with  no  power  to  divide  it ; 
In  the  solitudes  roam,  nucleus  of  a  nation ! 
Carry  truth  for  the  star  of  a  new  "dispensation." 

What  matter,  dissenters  designate  thee  "false  prophet"? 
If  thy  light  in  the  darkness  opened  way  for  a  Moffat — 
A  Franklin,  a  Bacon,  Bruce  and  Wallace  to  tread  it! 
With  millenium  passed,  to  error  gave  credit ; 
When  continued  Good  Will  woke  crusader  and  zealot, 
Sent  the  sword  of  the  Spirit  and  heel  of  the  Helot ! 

These  being  like  others,  not  earned  the  world's  plaudit ! 
Neither  focused  the  thought  of  the  millions  who  laud  it : 
When  that  enterprise  selfish — Paul  paying  "robs  Peter" — 
Is  an  instrument  blind  for  municipal  metre. 
You  may  be  "empty  vessel,"  high  Purpose  is  filling 
With  the  great  Over-Soul  when  yourself  becomes  willing. 

Might  some  other  be,  having  preference  claim  it! 

Most  assuredly,  one  nearest  goal — would  I  name  it; 

May  Beethoven  have  been, — who  now,  could  we  know  it? — 

Would  an  Emerson  be  or  Longfellow — the  poet. 

Dare  be  none  but  Myself,  odd  or  amicable! — 

Where  a  "will  o'  the  wisp"  is — unmentionable. 


60  THE  KINGDOM   DIVIDED 

THE  KINGDOM  DIVIDED. 


What  a  princely  estate  may  be  ours  for  the  filing! 

If  nominal  fee  makes  binding  and  vital, 
?Tis  our  right  to  survey  and  boundaries  bargain, — 

Yet  co-operation  goes  with  the  title. 
Here  beautiful  valleys,  tinted  uplands  with  verdure, 

Redundant  its  tracts  lie  in  level  extent, 
Waiting  husbandman's  care,  yields  produce  the  richest 

When  the  Kingdom  divided,  finds  wise  precedent. 

Guarantee  of  success  is  that  slight  irritation 

Of  th'  soil  brings  a  shower,  mayhap  a  deluge! 
From  atmosphere  humid  with  vapors  arising — 

Where  Lethe  as  it  sweeps  naught  leaves  us,  a  refuge ; 
Through  the  heart  of  this  country,  terrestrial  forming 

By  agencies  potent  of  Forces  Unknown — 
Sent  the  wee  stranger  hither,  sought  home  and  abiding 

In  Babyland  massing  a  fortune  his  own. 

Does  the  traveler  aweary,  immigrant  from  afar, 
Give  the  rein  to  his  steed,  is  jaded  but  willing? 

Dropping  down  on  the  lap  of  Unconsciousness  drink  it- 
Till  restful  sensations  no  longer  thrilling, 

Something  latent  within  him  is  calling  to  action; 
To  do  was  he  born  with  a  will  and  the  wants 

Of  a  former  existence,  to  \viden  his  circle 

Beyond  the  dark  borders  still  hold  in  their  haunts. 

Draughts  daily  less  frequent, — when  residence  claiming 

By  clear  limpid  waters  blue  heavens  are  doming — 
Seen  reflection  that  startles,  impulse  gives  to  freedom ; 


THE  KINGDOM  DIVIDED  51 

Phenominal  Law ! — for  Cause  sends  him  roaming. 
Once  contented  on  banks  where  he  idly  was  dreaming 

Did  minis'tring  angel  attend  him  each  day, 
Soon  awaking  vibrations  lift  to  conscious  expression ! 

And  he  tried  to  call  "mamma"  his  baby  way. 

For  she  cannot  remain  by  his  side  as  a  fixture ! 

Where,  artless,  the   rogue  laughs — throwing  his   rattle : 
Opens  wellsprings  of  love  which  she  never  can  fathom 

Till  he  is  equipped  for  the  world's  great  battle. 
Others  step  from  the  shadows  of  Consciousness  growing 

Impertinent  often,  or  nodding  askance 
At  the  newcomer's  wisdom  and  worshipful  manner, 

When  that  certain  somebody  enters  by  chance. 

As  a  matter  of  course,  accepts  his  quaint  homage ! 

With  duties  enlarged  demanding  her  presence : 
From  her  time  a  small  portion  allots  for  the  comfort 

Of  the  bud,  for  its  strength,  inbreathing  her  essence. 
And  to  fly  with  good  angel !  is  tenderly  leaving 

Twenty  times  a  day  for  her  realm  Beyond, — 
Exercises  the  arms,  using  blandishments  sweeter — 

Than  you  ever  thought  of  in  Consciousness  bond. 

But,  alas !  they  have  lost  that  accomplishment,  coming 

From  th'  starry  vaults  to  experience  calling 
For  the  earthly  development,  nearer  is  bringing — 

Humanity  blest  was  prize  for  the  "falling." 
There's  another  resort  left  to  devotee,  anxious ! 

To  follow  this  queen  from  baby  reserves; 
Manifold  the  attractions  for  sharp  little  peepers, 

Now,  mamma !  look  after  your  royal  preserves. 


52  THE  KINGDOM  DIVIDED 

Keep  your  eyes  on  the  toddler,  reaches  the  kitchen ! 

After  water,  the  soap  or  parlor  matches; 
Into  coalhod  or  cans,  pies  and  puddings  he's  poking! 

The  next  moment  turned  to  flour  or  the  ashes; 
For  the  medicine  bottles  he  may  have  a  weakness, 

To  play  in  the  gravy  tips  over  tureen; 
On  the  linen — big  ink  spot  shows  who's  been  in  mischief ! 

Has  also  an  itching  for  the  sewing  machine. 

Out  of  doors — in  his  elements,  never  so  happy ! 

Those  dear  little  hands,  again  are  they  busy ; 
In  the  sand  must  be  digging ;  the  peas  may  be  picking ! 

The  garden  he  tramps  till  mamma  gets  dizzy — 
Engineering  affairs,  and  allowing  the  darling 

The  freedom  sound  health  requires  to  expand. 
Now,  approaches  the  hour,  her  kingdom's  divided ! 

Poor  mother  can't  always  be  queen  in  this  land. 

Followed  others  example,  when  latch  he  was  raising, 

They  led  to  the  gate,  outer  precincts  closing; 
Took  him  first,  where  the  wonders  his  knowledge  surpassing 

Of  mundane  delights — for  others  disposing. 
But  the  one  he  loves  best  teaches  life's  hardest  lesson ! 

When  deeming  'twere  wiser  to  leave  him  behind : 
May  not  theater  see!  though  he's  plaintively  pleading 

For  the  "mamma  a'  wight"  when  Bonnie's  resigned. 

Danger  lurks  in  the  street,  in  electrical  motors, — 
Out  of  place  in  the  path!  wheel  that  is  running; 

Oh !  the  gauntlet  awaits  tiny  feet  that  are  straying — 
Need  ten  acre  lot  for  every  day  sunning. 

Will  they  tire  of  confines  that  are  not  of  their  choosing? 


THE  KINGDOM  DIVIDED  53 

Of  endless  excursions  round  and  round  the  yard? 
Let  discretion  now  mark  those  directors,  are  planning 
To  make  something  famous  of  talented  ward. 

In  the  vast  world  of  consciousness  opens  before  them 

Where  alike  friend  and  foe  bid  for  their  favor, 
There  are  stimuli  plenty  for  storehouse  of  atoms ! 

While  mother  decreases  with  many  a  quaver. 
For  his  rights  held  "Divine"  now  will  arbiter  struggle? 

As  he  hastes  through  the  vale  from  the  river's  brim — 
Dwindles  fast  to  a  speck,  tow'rd  circumference  going ! 

Soon  a  gleaner  prepared  by  destiny  dim. 

Wrhile  attending  his  footsteps, — themselves  are  enacting : 

Laws  for  its  welfare  begirting  his  Being — 
Are  the  spiritual,  no  escape  on  his  circuit ! — 

Draws  soul  to  its  moorings,  whither  'tis  fleeing ; 
Back  to  the  stream  cultivation  has  narrowed — 

Exhausted  in  tears  and  sighs  on  the  sod, 
To  be  braved  or  be  bridged  by  the  hope,  born  in  trial, 

Of  a  Consciousness  nearer  to  Thee,  my  GOD ! 

Who  doth  heralds  send  forth  as  the  Words  of  His  lightning ! 

From  the  west  to  the  east  flashes  His  Coming, 
Comes  to  gather  the  "grapes"  from  vineyard  He's  pruning 

On  the  princely  estate  with  industries  humming. 
Here  the  Lethe  of  lost  memories — deep  in  its  channel — 

No  terror  presents  for  a  stepping  stone, 
Having  Truth  on  our  banner  and  LOVE  for  our  helmet ! — 

One  may  span  at  a  leap,  stream  flows  by  the  Throne. 

There  are  numbers  around  us,  be  thus  manifesting — 
In  the  Wilderness  still  are  voices  crying; 


54  THE  KINGDOM  DIVIDED 

Many  more  sip  serenely-  —  unsearchable  fountain ! 

Will  future  arise  with  message  for  dying. 
At  poesy's  dawn  Grecians  son  was  the  grandest 

Being  sightless,  yet  sung  of  the  full  orbed  Day; 
Now  with  brilliant  black  eyes  viewing  farther  horizon! 

Is  awaking  from  sleep  with  his  morning  lay. 

Baby  heart  overflowing,  to  the  "pitris"  did  prattle 

"I  love  my  papa,  and  I  love  my  mamma" : — 
Will  not  frighten  with  judgment — hurls  brimstone  invective! 

Shows  how  is  divided — kingdom  for  Lama 
Gives  a  hint,  in  advance,  to  the  Regency  holding 

Gibraltar  to  guard  its  possessions,  the  sun — 
Never  sets  upon  here,  while  good  subjects  are  crowning 

Two  heads  for  control  and  (honor  is  won. 

And  for  what  do  we  live  in  this  mortal  investment! 

If  it  be  not  to  work  these  claims  together? 
In  a  partnership  wearing  the  Saviour's  own  signet — 

Doth  Joseph  at  inn  dare  the  creature  tether. 
In  the  long  panorama  of  scenes  that  are  shifting! 

Can  you  picture  more  babes  in  swaddling  clothes? 
Ere  imagine  more  Mary's,  Holy  Ghost  is  filling? 

Perfection  held  close  as  perfume  of  the  rose. 

Airy  flight  you'll  forgive,  knowing  FATHER  is  jealous 

Of  the  first  place  given  by  fleshly  matre, 
Would  His  true  representative  call  to  his  station : 

That  Virgin  to  shield  though  entities  totter. 
When  that  bird  of  ill  omen,  from  Erie  inrushes 

To  warn  of  division  she  scarcely  can  bear, 
Facing  battles  for  statehood  and  foreign  dissension 

Will  th'  queen  who  is  conscious  want  consort  to  share  ? 


THE  KINGDOM   DIVIDED  55 

Will  that  parent  bereaved  for  the  sake  of  his  children 

Find  substitute  solely  their  lot  to  soften? 
Either  office  left  vacant,  is't  father  or  mother ! 

Leaves  the  kingdom  exposed,  only  too  often. 
When  the  burden's  o'er  heavy  for  shoulders  are  drooping ! 

Looks  the  pathway  too  steep,  sky  misty  with  fears ! 
Glide  ye  back  to  the  stream  thine  infancy  fostered— 

And  desire  Him  awaited  you  all  these  years. 

He  has  walked  by  your  side  in  the  pasturage  barren 

Because  the  deer  trod  on  His  flowers  springing, 
As  it  garners  for  self  all  the  sheaves  of  His  "harvest" 

Drowns  psalmodies  sweeter  with  hoof-prints  are  ringing. 
Lean  ye  not  on  the  earthly,  howe'er  it  is  fashioned, 

Trust  not  for  reward  in  corruptible  land ; 
Will  ye,  Jesus  believing,  saith  God  is  the  Spirit, — 

Prove  His  power  to  day,  pray  stretch  forth  your  hand. 

Do  ye  timorous  search  for  contentment  and  solace? 

Associates  seek — may  the  grosser  refine ; 
In  thy  bosom  embrace — naught  of  evil  suggestion ! 

Give  no  satan  a  key  to  shut  out  Divine. 
All  in  heaven  and  earth,  to  Immanuel  granted ! 

Shook  him  on  the  Cross,  whom  th'  rabble  derided ; 
Must  you  weakness  confess  to  retain  heart  affections? 

Record  in  His  Name  your  Kingdom  divided. 


56  A  STUDY  IN  NATURE 


A  STUDY  IN  NATURE. 

One  sovereign  holds  indisputable  sway! 
Her  lightest  caprice  all  creatures  obey, 
From  the  least  to  the  greatest,  thro'  fear  or  respect 
Bow  low  to  her  mandate — no  matter  what  sect. 
Whatever  the  foibles  they  fly  at  their  mast — 
The  wonders  of  Nature — men  worship  at  last; 
And  her  insect  creation  elicits  more  praise 
Than  the  garments  she  dons  on  festival  days. 

Some  industrial  way,  each  teaches  in  turn, — 
Their  usefulness  puzzles  grey  matter  to  learn; 
Apparent  to  me, — 'twas  unpardonable  freak 
Or  spite  work  of  Nature  when  sylvas  were  bleak : 
Were  a  vast,  howling  wilderness — left  destitute 
Where  naught  but  the  thistle  survived  with  the  brute; 
When  convulsions  of  Aer  moved  mountains  in  haste 
Leaving  earth  but  a  noisome,  and  gaseous  waste. 

Did  the  great  dinosaur  and  mamoth  then  roam  ? 
Shaken  out  of  their  haunts,  no  shelter!  no  home! 
With  primeval  man  doomed  to  lay  down  their  bones! 
In  caves  far  away,  or  the  stretch  of  the  zones. 
Ah !  canst  thou  remember  the  frown  that  o'erspread 
The  face  of  fair  Nature! — her  favorites  dead; 
Saw  those  forests  laid  low !  her  fauna  and  flowers — 
Came  to  garland  the  Spring  in  her  happiest  hours. 

How  she  wept  and  bewailed  till  th'  Spirit  abroad 

O'er  the  waters  that  reigned, — brought  message  from  God ; 


A  STUDY  IN  NATURE  57 

Awake!   mother  Nature!     My  energies  all 

Are  now  at  thy  service,  awaiting  thy  call, 

Let  the  waves  and  the  plasm  their  portion  begin 

And  you  shall  evolve  a  line  without  sin ; 

As  free  as  the  air, — intervening  Above 

Sulphurious  fumes  hide  the  Anchor  of  Love. 

A  new  generation,  unfolding  their  wings 
May  destruction  escape  of  terrestrial  things. 
Dost  know  thy  carnivora  preying  on  Man 
Too  aggressive  made  him  to  live  out  his  span? 
With  kinds  are  more  gentle,  domestic  to  grow, — 
Given  fruits  that  are  cooling,  like  rivers  to  flow 
Shall  thy  fountains  of  Life  be  cleansed  for  a  "hope" ! 
With  humanity  born  of  sweet  Penelope. 

Seemeth  distant  the  day — prodigious  the  task ! — 

What  ample  resources  are  thine,  if  ye  ask. 

Wan  still,  was  her  smile !  till  a  rift  in  the  clouds 

Showed  her  germs  had  been  spared,  would  furnish  the  crowds 

Of  beings  she  needed,  to  demonstrate  worth 

In  the  promise  providing  wings  at  their  birth. 

Only  half  reassured ! — Nature  gave  but  a  tithe 

Of  her  atoms  possessed  to  larvae  that  writhe. 

But  her  "will  and  idea"  were  bent  on  their  flight ; 
What  a  marvelous  Age  now  dawned  on  her  sight ! 
This  principle  working  proved  more  of  her  skill 
And  efforts  continued,  would  th'  universe  fill. 
Soon  the  Soul  of  the  World  was  stirred  with  the  thought 
Of  the  order  much  nobler  the  Comforter  taught ; 
After  beautiful  birds  should  follow  the  trend  — 
Ushered  butterflies,  bats,  and    beasts  without  end : 


58  A  STUDY  IN  NATURE 

All  wearing  appendage  to  soar  in  the  Sky, 
More  thankful — aspiring  to  Heaven  on  high. 
Did  Nature  regret  that  experiment  west — 
Loosed  a  parasite  swarm  to  torture  the  rest; 
Fledged  an  army  of  insects  to  nip  in  the  bud 
For  the  sole  satisfaction  of  sucking  our  blood? 
Yes !  harvest  and  Summer  revealed  at  its  close 
Her  fatal  mistake  when  those  vapors  arose. 

Repentant  she  sighs  through  the  late  autumn  gale 
Where  barren  and  fruitless  her  trees  tell  the  tale ; 
Knew  construction  her  forte  but  wot  not  of  this, — 
Nor  designed  them  to  spoil  her  Eden  of  bliss. 
Perpetuity  lent,  looks  up  in  dismay 
For  a  possible  "change"  may  mark  their  decay; 
Was  that  tremor  a  chill  for  wish  unexpressed — 
That  the  rigors  of  Winter  would  wipe  out  the  pest  ? 

"Confidentially  told"  by  those  on  the  way — 
No  intelligence  lost  where  Nature  has  sway ; 
That  immortal  her  seal  — they  also  insist 
Was  affixed  from  that  Day  on  all  would  exist. 
So  sadly  she  mourned  that  her  petulant  mood 
Brought  a  sorrowful  train  of  evil  with  Good, 
That  atonement  she  sought,  and  found  that  the  prize 
Was  not  offered  to  mortal,  though  winged  it  dies. 

On  the  Borderland  stopped  shades  hover  a  while 
To  dispel  in  the  mists  that  rise  from  the  Isle ! 
Ne'er  animal  form  can  inherit  Beyond — 
With  power  to  inflict  those  have  broken  th'  bond ; 
Their  season  of  torment  is  now  and  the  here 


NEW  HYMN  OF  THE  REPUBLIC  59 

Where  visible  vengeance  has  numbered  the  year. 
Hail !  deliverance  comes  when  tlr  ego  expands — 
Spreading  Wings  of  the  soul  joins  the  Angel  bands. 

Suppose  'twas  a  ruse — not  Nature's  mistake ! 
Was  Wisdom  of  Mind,  not  a  mythical  fake ; 
To  make  discontented  the  creature  so  loth 
To  study  with  profit  queen  bee  and  the  moth. 
For  the  drones  there's  no  use  in  the  earthly  hive ! 
This  lesson  observed,  shall  communities  thrive? 
Here's  example  and  principle  worthy  of  note 
For  you !  lost  no  time  interviewing  the  mote. 


NEW  HYMN  OF  THE  REPUBLIC. 


There's  a  hope  in  ev'ry  heart  born  to  brighter  destiny 

Where  our  banners  flying  tell  the  story, 
How  three  millions  people  rose,  proving  their  equality 

Floods  this  proud  America  with  glory. 
Chorus — 

Then  strike  for  her  altars ! — her  honor  and  her  pride ! 
Call  up  the  spirit  banished,  of  patriots  who  died; 
Ere  the  hope  of  human  breast  springs  eternal  in  the  west, 
Passeth  like  the  trail  of  flaming  meteor. 

There's  a  flashing  of  the  eye !  note  th'  brainy  men  of  toil 
Claiming  independence  for  their  birth-right. 


60  NEW  HYMN  OF  THE  REPUBLIC 

Pray  no  royal  caste  or  privilege  be  rooted  in  our  soil, 

From  a  tyrant  wrested  by  the  Infinite. 
Chorus — 

Then  strike  for  those  altars !  for  liberty  and  God ! 
Awake  the  echoes  hiding !  in  th'  path  our  fathers  trod ; 
Introducing  high  degrees  at  the  court  of  "common  pleas," 
Making  traitors  bite  the  dust,  tomorrow. 

There's  a  "mark"  on  ev'ry  forehead  where  truth  has  entered  in, 

Throwing  down  the  battlements  of  bigotry 
Has  supported  party  rule  with  its  premium  on  sin, 

Rearing  home  palatial  mocks  your  poverty. 

Chorus — 

Then  strike  for  her  altars !  for  purity  and  Love ! 

For  mothers  of  the  Nation,  breathe  blessings  from  above ; 

For  the  pow'r  that  lit  the  bush  nerves  the  arm  was  made  to 

Parting  the  sullen  sea  of  slavery.  [push, 

There's  a  beacon  on  th'  hilltop !  a  Hero  on  his  horse ! 

Waiting  to  spread  the  joyful  tidings, 
When  our  ranks  united  stand,  feel  th'  conscious  swelling  force 

Helping  labor  man  the  hosts  dividing. 
Chorus — 

Then  strike  for  his  altars !  usurped  in  mammon's  day ! 
For  articles  amending,  restores  the  people's  sway ; 
He  has  moved  the  world  along,  he  can  stamp  out  cruel  wrong ! 
May  with  might  and  mercy  march  triumphant. 

Ah !  that  sign  upon  the  door-post !  shall  vengeance  dare  pro 
fane? 

Bringing  "restitution"  for  the  sorrow 
Has  been  springled  with  the  life  blood  of  innocent  and  slain, — • 

Signals  faith  and  freedom  for  "tomorrow." 


CROSSING  THE  BRIDGE  61 

Chorus — 

Then  strike  for  those  altars !  for  brotherhood  and  right ! 

Be  ready  at  the  dawning !  to  rally  for  the  fight ; 

Now  the  trumpet  sounds  afar !  and  the  blazing  Morning  Star 

Lights  up  the  brow  will  lead  to  victory. 

Tune— "Shouting  the  Battle  Cry  of  Freedom." 


CROSSING  THE  BRIDGE. 


There  are  dramas  enacting  around  us  each  day 

Seeming  quite  common-place  with  others  for  actors, 
Many  more  being  played,  are  much  farther  away 

Would  not  so  disgust  were  we  only  the  factors ; 
Some,  the  more  sympathetic  may  fill  with  forebode — 

At  the  possible  prospect  of  posing  therein ; 
Are  we  never  to  learn  at  what  turn  of  the  road 

We'll  be  crossing  the  bridge  into  region  of  sin  ? 

Regulations  and  rules,  are  a  network  to  cramp  us, 

Overstepping  their  bounds  we  are  plunged  in  despair ! 
Some  casual  speech  to  the  cynic  may  stamp  us 

With  the  sting  of  retort  or  the  freezing  cold  stare ; 
But  still  "hearts  courageous,"  beating  steady  for  truth 

Wear  an  armor  complete — turning  javelins  aside ; 
And  it  surely  will  friends  find  in  highway  of  youth — 

Who  are  crossing  same  bridge,  sweet  Hope  for  their  guide. 


62  CROSSING  THE  BRIDGE 

In  vast  aggregation,  one  maxim  worth  noting : 

Is  that  one  of  dictation  "Do  the  hardest  sums  first ;" 
I  know  a  young  housekeeper  frequently  quoting  — 

When  you're  washing  up  dishes  begin  with  the  worst ; 
And  she's  finely  accomplished  in  music  and  art, 

Elocution  and  culture  her  natural  forte. 
Would  she  deem  it  wise  logic  applied  to  this  chart? 

To  attempt  the  worst  bridge  ere  you  walk  with  support. 

Countless  thousands  are  they — did  anticipate  her! 

All  my  life  have  been  aiming  this  feat  to  perform ; 
In  arithmetic  worked, — poor  scholarship  later — 

Though  the  Potter  gave  planning  and  prayer  to  its  form. 
During  travel,  one  day,  unto  "Emmaus  bound" 

One  did  join  us  expounding  a  much  shorter  way, 
With  companion — then  turning,  in  village  soon  found 

We  had  crossed  over  bridge  where,  the  longer  route  lay. 

Who  goeth  a  warfare,  whosoever  takes  "wings" ! 

He  mayhap  reacheth  end  without  the  soul's  dower; 
Over  brooks  we  may  step,— what  impassable  things 

Seem  the  small,  flowing  streams,  till  in  latticed  bower: 
Looms  the  dead,  fallen  tree !  that  friendly  old  plank — 

And  the  foot-prints  that  lead  to  formidable  brink ; 
Showing  "Hill"  country  left,  we  have  entered  the  flank 

Of  a  plain  where  the  flood  must  be  bridged  or  we  sink. 

Coming  down  from  the  mountain  of  "Sorrow"  we  reach 

That  wiser  conclusion :  to  set  every  stake 
For  the  compass  of  journey  before  us  may  teach — 

Here,  the  senses  enthroned,  is  our  greatest  mistake ; 
While  our  hearts  may  be  right,  if  the  head  is  at  fault ! 


CROSSING  THE  BRIDGE  63 

One  may  "sow  to  the  wind"  and  be  trusting  his  eyes 
For  reward  as  he  goes ;  even  "you  and  I"  halt- 
Fall  exhausted  and  prone  on  the  Bridge  of  Sighs. 

Looking  back  o'er  the  trail  of  sad  longings  have  trod : 

Only  objects  discerned  in  the  gloaming  affrights ! 
Are  the  charges  reminding — 'twas  Hand  of  our  God 

Has  been  shaping  our  course,  doth  attend  through  the  night. 
See  at  last, — happy  home  is  not  given  to  keep 

Our  affections  all  centered  on  matter  and  gain ; 
Just  a  station  to  pass  !  bearing  onward  must  sweep — 

Cross  the  Bridge  Re-incarnate  in  earthly  again. 

And  appalled  at  idea  if  energies  flag! 

If  we're  sleepless  and  sighing  for  that  "might  have  been ;" 
But  we  cannot  camp  always  with  those  who  will  lag 

When  the  voices  are  telling,  you've  a  prize  to  win. 
Here  our  stay  is  too  short  to  spend  it  in  weeping — 

Too  brief  to  court  trouble;  creatures  balking  will  see 
Naught  beyond  the  lone  bridge  for  chasm  its  leaping; — 

Yet  I  would  that  another  had  crossed  it  with  me! 

She — who  watched  by  my  bedside  when  death  hovered  near ! 

By  her  presence  and  care  then  prevented  my  flight ; 
He,  who  feared,  his  four  tots  with  no  mother — must  rear ; 

Was  unthankful  or  thoughtless  she  lived  for  the  light 
Of  a  fuller  Xray,  to  illume  the  expanse — 

Rich  in  boundless  love  nature ; — held  each  little  midge 
In  expectancy  ran,  belter  skelter,  perchance ! 

Papa  said,  "I  heard  Grandmamma  crossing  the  bridge." 

Could  they  not  make  a  guess  who  had  skipped  on  ahead  ? 
May  that  order  prevail  in  Arcanum's  last  call  ? 


64  CROSSING  THE  BRIDGE 

It  was  their  baby  uncle,  monotony  dread — 

Would  be  chasing  with  chickens  and  calves  to  their  stall. 
Never  utters  complaint  about  country  of  blights! 

"We're  too  far  into  it"  spoke  in  solemn  relief; 
"Tis  the  very  same  text — Revelator  still  cites 

"Come  out,  oh,  my  people !" — cross  the  bridge  of  Belief. 

There  are  times  in  these  lives  when  our  destinies  hang 

On  events  of  a  day  or  the  thread  of  an  hour; 
Proposing,  surmising,  here  we  often  shall  "gang — 

Quite  aglee"  if  opposed  by  the  higher  Power. 
Only  when  we're  in  line  with  the  straws,  that  for  some 

Point  the  path   non-resistance  enables  to  do; 
Hear  our  good  angel  whisper,  "Take  things  as  they  come" — 

Crossing  bridge  of  Decision,  we'll  carry  you  through!" 

Oft  memories  pages — too  swiftly  unrolling, 

Put  me  back  with  a  jerk  to  that  dim,  winding  road ! 
Now  obliterated,  by  seasons  are  bowling 

Right  along  with  their  change  and  the  newer  code : 
Which  must  there  interpose — marking  struggles  that  lost 

Us  possession  of  farm — to  the  strangers,  who  ken 
Scarcely  more  of  that  bridge,  what  its  elegy  cost, 

Than  they  do  of  the  feet  have  crossed  it  since  then. 


KITTY'S  ADOPTION  65 


KITTY'S  ADOPTION. 


Once  the  horse    and  th'  hound  chased  fox  thro'  the  fen  ! 
Their  master — bold  hider,  dispatching  with  glee 

Won  the  praise  and  the  pride  of  a  name  with  men, 
Did  to  cruelty  dedicate  lane  and  lea. 

Scarce  nobler  the  sport  scores  our  nation's  disgrace- 
Where  the  prize  is  purse.     Pressing  hard  to  the  goal 

Will  the  winner  reward  steaming  steed  for  the  pace  ?— 
May  with  fortune  acquaint  giving  jockey  his  role. 

Should  our  homily  hit  other  heads  in  the  row- 
Are  skulking,  and  dodging  like  reds  in  the  wood, — 

'Tis  thus  the  world  over,  true  story  we  know 
Undeserving  will  pay  for  the  merits  of  good. 

Accordingly, — I  might  the  medal  here  wear  :— 
For  the  manner  of  telling  how  pussy  must  part 

With  her  family  loved,  leaving  none  to  her  care 
Till  adoption  appealed  to  her  motherly  heart. 

But  this  tale  has  no  taint  of  a  dark,  wicked  plot 
To  invade  her  retreat  while  she  tarried  anon, 

Sweeter  morsel  to  cull  in  some  lone,  hidden  spot 
For  those  little  white  puff-balls,  she  doted  upon. 

The  first  time  I  saw  them, — too  cunning  to  slay- 
Beseeching  her  gaze  straight  into  my  face, 

Said  perfectly  plain,  "don't  take  them  away" 

For  protection,  drawn  gently  in  trembling  embrace. 

Set  with  finishing  touch, — her  meow !  meow ! 
Meant  in  human  expression,  aren't  they  cute? 


66  KITTY'S  ADOPTION 

When,  assuring,  I  patted  her  grey,  mottled  brow 
Snugly  sung  to  their  sleep,  three  nestlings  mute. 

Such  a  welcome  event  on  that  lonely  tree-claim 
Proved  a  source  of  delight  to  my  romping  troop, 

And  the  basement  abandoned  by  th'  country  dame — 
Seemed  a  safer  selection  for  th'  furry  group. 

There  playful  they  thrived  thro'  the  late  autumn  days 

Till  we  thoughtless  grew  of  their  poor,  little  lives, 
For  the  greater  concern  of  cold  winter  dismays : 

As  we  figure  "how  many  were  going  to  St.  Ives:" 
With  problems  vexatious,   came  shortage  of  flour — 

Nice  pussy  a  regular  pensioner  there, 
While  monotonous  weeks  dragged  slowly,  till  our 

Attention  was  caught  by  her  downcast  air. 

Then,  wondered  we  aught  had  befallen  those  kits! — 

Quickly  followed  her  lead  to  their  cheerless  abode, 
What  a  pitiful  sight! — her  distracted  wits! 

Marking  kitty's  behavior  in  sad  spisode. 
Stiff  and  stark !  they  would  never  awake  to  her  call ! 

Though  she  fondled  and  coaxed  in  agony  dumb ; 
And  it  smote  our  hearts  sore,  that  the  sorrowful  pall 

Of  death  and  distress  to  the  faithful  had  come. 

Soon  we  carried  away  and  covered  from  view 

The  forms  unresponsive  to  tender  caress, 
In  closer  companionship — hoped  to  renew 

Tabby's  old-time  self  with  a  daintier  mess. 
Now,  our  favorite  turning  affections  to  us 

Sought  an  entrance  always  in  the  wee  small  hours, 
Bundled  down  in  the  bed  with  my  babies  would  fuss — 

To  see  who  should  hold  with  their  pleasing  powers. 


KITTY'S  ADOPTION  67 

In  the  room,  I  appeared    to  settle  dispute, 

One  morning  when  girlie  — the  tiny  one  cried. 
Saw  the  velvety  paw  of  that  pussy,  astute — 

Softly  stroking  the  cheek  that  blooms  for  a  bride. 
Wiping  tears  as  they  fell,  yet  in  earthly  cast ! 

Shall  a  happier  state  be  accorded  her  still? 
Where  the  billows  of  snow  and  the  blizzard's  blast — 

High  carnival  herald  with  th'  elements  chill. 

There  the  spring  ushered  in  by  the  lark's  merry  flute — 

May  entice  to  the  garden  spot,  busy  house-wife; — 
Trims  the  box  alder  bough  with  her  sunny  salute 

As  the  months  march  along,  to  the  drum  and  fife ! 
Of  Nature  harmonious,  coming  in  green — 

Rosy-lipped  and  fresh  from  her  slumbrous  tomb ; 
Then,  rejoicing  to  live,  are  industrious  seen 

Early  wending  their  way  to  her  silent  loom. 

Machinery  ready,  with  use  for  their  worth, 

In  the  soil  prepared  by  producer's  own  hand : 
Are  the  seeds  entrusted  to  old  mother  earth — 

Either  sown  broadcast  or  planted  to  stand. 
In  "great  expectations"  grown  rich, — do  you  say  ? 

Why !  brigandage  of  season  and  office  combine 
Every  fruitage  of  toil  to  wrest  from  their  sway, 

Or  recoil  on  the  middle-men  filing  in  line. 

How  well  is  recovered,  that  scene  from  afar, 
As  returning  from  task  for  the  noontide  meal : 

I  was  panic-struck !  at  the  door  stood  ajar 
Had  tightly  been  shut  for  security's  seal. 

Bungalow  tipped  over!  my  ducklings  might  be 
Quite  dead  in  the  ruins,  or  food  for  the  cat ; — 


68  KITTY'S  ADOPTION 

Hasty  glance  there  bestowed!  surprising  to  see, 
Was  the  prettiest  picture,  minus  a  mat. 

Purring  under  the  stove,  serenely  she  lay — 

Having  seven  gold  dots  all  sprinkled  around, 
Cuddled  in  her  white  coat,  downy  ducks  that  day ! 

Proper  path  to  unfolding  love  had  found; 
No  more  need  I  fear  for  my  new-born  chicks — 

Learning  no  tiny  thing  would  she  ever  molest; — 
(Save  the  saucy  mice,  ne'er  abiding  their  tricks; — ) 

And  the  birdies  their  souls  in  peace  possessed. 

For  a  saucer  of  milk  she  could  ask  in  style 

Well  approved  by  the  trainers  of  feline  race, 
Many  other  smart  thoughts  evidencing  the  while ; — 

Methinks  this  denoument  not  out  of  place : 
Which  in  brief  relates,  harsh  fatality  met 

This  intelligent  cat  when  we  bargained  the  farm, 
'Twas  the  pest  of  her  life,  persecuted  our  pet ! 

With  snarling  and  barking  accomplished  her  harm. 

Whether  "doggies  will  howl"  in  the  heavenly  home 

Is  a  subject  of  jest  to  the  average  mind, 
But  the  question  arrests  me  wherever  I  roam, — 

What  the  Store-house  of  God  hath  left  for  her  kind. 
As  the  years  and  the  shades  at  the  fireside  fell 

Did  their  dying  embers  mine  answer  conceal ! — 
Till  the  last  leaping  flame  strove  with  tongues  to  tell 

What  the  Spirits  moved  o'er  the  waters  reveal : 
Nothing  gambled  nor  lost  in  economy  quaint, 

Where  an  "Equalization  Board"  sitting,  holds 
Sweet  justice  alike  for  the  sinner  and  saint, — 

For  sueh  mother-love  sent  to  mortal  molds. 


THE  MEN  WITH  THE  HOSE  69 


THE  MEN  WITH  THE  HOSE. 


What's  the  profile  of  heroes — their  making  a  dream ! 
In  diplomacy's  reign  brings  peaceful  regime 
As  the  commonest  lot  individuals  share, 
That  stranger  at  wicket  the  least  of  our  care. 
All  secure  in  our  homes !  where  authority  long 
Takes   public   expression  to   palliate   wrong. 
Aboriginees  tamed,  either  settler  or  shirk ! 
Neither  "Cossack"  to  dread  nor  ravishing  Turk. 

Who  now  hears  a  rumor  of  barbarous  host  ? 
Of  regiments  marching,  might  menace  the  most, 
The  last  one  to  threaten,  permitted  to  pass 
Was  dispersed  with  the  shout,  "Ho!  keep  off  the  grass.' 
Thus  departed  each  fright  that  once  had  its  day, 
Good  and  honest  intentions  seem  holding  their  sway 
Till  the  sign  of  the  dollar  grows  red  in  the  sky, 
And  the  worst  of  all  foes  sho\vs  his  "evil  eye." 

But,  with  implements  modern,  our  lord  of  the  land 
Flings  fear  to  the  wind,  never  hoe  in  his  hand ; 
'Tis  a  thing  of  the  past !  yet  a  ghost  of  the  truth 
Will  haunt  and  confront  him,  "dumb  terror,"  forsooth ! 
It  camps  on  his  trail  when  debts  multiply, 
Should  misfortune  attend,  no  earnings  laid  by 
He  is  crushed  under  new  nether  stone  was  devised, 
Till  at  last  in  despair  a  sale's  advertised. 


70  THE  MEN  WITH  THE  HOSE 

Now,  identity  lost  in  the  civic  concern, 

He  soon  brushes  elbow  with  brothers  to  learn 

How  the  latest  of  horrors  are  stalking  more  bold, 

While  they  manfully  grapple  with  problems  of  old. 

Generations  of  heroes  live  in  their  brains! 

The  blood  of  the  Bonapartes  flows  in  their  veins ; 

Though  they're  doing  their  best  in  the  battle  that  grows ! 

They  must  take  off  their  hats  to  the  men  with  the  hose. 

Beyond  computation  ! — such  service  to  man ; 
Why ! — the  fate  of  the  universe  hangs  on  Dan. 
He's  the  ready,  the  brave,  with  caparisoned  steed 
To  the  rescue  will  fly,  ne'er  a  parley  with  greed. 
Wilder  note  of  alarm  rings  imperative  haste! 
On  rushes  the  chief  with  his  engine  has  chased 
From  the  track  ev'ry  trace  of  traffic  and  trade, 
Like  him  who  was  "monarch  of  all  he  surveyed." 

Do  they  hazard  in  vain  for  humanity's  need  ? 

Or  imperil  for  aye,  precious  life  indeed  ? 

Ah !  here  comes  a  hero ! — a  lover,  and  one, 

Leaves  a  woman  to  wail  for  husband  or  son. 

What  are  chances  of  grandees  compared  to  this  trust  ? 

What  the  tardy  success  returns  to  the  dust? 

What  the  mead  of  mad  praise — principalities'  gain? 

Their  mitre  and  crown  into  nothingness  wane ! 

May  they  yet  be  too  late  ?  Oh !  th'  weight  of  the  thought ; 
Shall  its  meaning  in  loss  be  mirrored  for  naught? 
Are  the  flames  soaring  heavenward,  crackling  and  fierce — 
But  the  ''demons"  unloosed?     Do  in  mockery  pierce 
Those  agonized  beings  stand  homeless  this  hour ! 


VOICES  OF  THE  PAST  71 

Or  a  funeral  pyre  behold  in  their  power. 

Should  the  smouldering  ruins  hold  sweetest  desires 

God  pity !  that  no  one  could  put  out  the  fires. 

Without,  they  are  raging ! — within  they  consume ! — 
Canst  thou  say  ?  whence  ignited !  for  th'  fatal  gloom 
Of  that  "outer  darkness"  sets  blacker  with  pall, 
For  the  fitful  flashing  of  the  sparks  that  "fall." 
Is  the  microcosm,  only  heir  to  this  ill  ? 
Did  the  whole  Macrocosm  give  signs  with  a  chill  ? 
When  the  scroll  of  our  "heavens"  departs  with  its  flight 
Who  will  put  out  the  fires  of  Eternal  Night  ? 


VOICES  OF  THE  PAST. 


Driven  far  from  their  homes  to  distinguished  grave, 
Far  away  from  the  haunts  nature's  habits  gave — 
Fled  a  bold,  rugged  band  to  the  fastness  weird 
In  the  depths  of  Wales,  for  the  "Lion"  cleared. 
Ampitheater,  grand! — in  the  solid  rock 
Made  a  strong  defense  for  the  sturdy  flock ; 
And  stirring  their  hearts  as  they  loyally  knelt 
Was  resolve  to  die  with  their  royal  Celt. 
For  freedom ! — brave  Alwynn  had  taken  his  stand ! 
There  drenched  with  their  blood  was  the  ill-fated  land, 
But  the  spirit  of  Liberty  sunk  in  the  soil- 
Sprung  anew  in  the  breast,  was  born  to  toil ; 


72  VOICES  OF  THE  PAST 

Falling  then  under  yoke  of  the  motley  array 

Coming  Saxon  and  Dane,  first  in  foreign  sway, 

Starving  these  in  the  mountain  spur  so  wild — • 

No  pity  for  wounded, — for  woman  or  child. 

'Twas  a  later  influx,  seemed  early  destined, 

Wore  their  morals  debased  and  manners  refined, 

Set  the  heel  of  oppressor  firmly  on  neck 

Of  all  predecessors,  foe  could  not  check. 

Oh,  conflict ! — oh,  conquest ! — ye  warring  winds  ! 

How  dark  is  thy  record  when  rapine  begins 

With  the  foot  of  intruder  unlawful  to  tread, 

Landmarks  to  wipe  out,  and  their  sacred  dead. 

Passing  these  unsung,  that  invincible  race 

Colonized  by  the  conqueror,,  left  its  trace 

Of  rare  independence  and  thriftier  zeal  — 

Could  never  toward  tyrants  servility  feel ; 

By  their  frequent  uprising  and  struggles  for  right 

Drew  at  last  combined  an  army  of  might, 

Signalized  a  victory,  seasoned  with  sales 

Seated  with  a  high  hand  the  Prince  of  Wales, 

"Heir  apparent"  held  title  to  th'  greater  throne, 

Ruled  with  right  called  "divine"  this  empire,  his  own. 

What  a  large  kindergarten !  for  kings,  you  know, 

At  a  World's  wide  Fair  foolish  presents  may  show. 

Fine  ladies  and  lords,  educated  that  way 

Thought  the  many  should  work  that  they  might  play ; 

Rearing  "captains  of  industry,"  all  full  soon 

Norman  methods  revised  under  older  moon. 

How  brutal  regime  made  the  principle  pay, 

How  conspirators  thrived,  we  shall  not  say ; 

'Tis  enough  that  the  princes  of  this  native  line 


VOICES  OF  THE  PAST  73 

First  a  sea- faring  breasted  Atlantic  brine ; 
Sent  their  youthful  sons,  proud  nobility's  flow'r 
On  the  broad  ocean's  main  for  fortune's  dower. 
Went  a  sailing,  and  sailing;  were  ship-wrecked  oft — 
But,  with  nautical  skill  each  danger  scoffed. 
Thus,  surviving  the  storm,  says  the  ancient  lore, 
Saw  Labrador's  steppes,  then  a  smiling  shore : 
Their  kinsman  brought  hither,  by  tribute  depressed 
New  homes  would  go  seeking  where  no  man  possessed. 
There  wanderers  called  to  a  continent  cold 
In  the  latitude  swept  by  an  icy  fold, 
Was  their  history  lost  in  th'  centuries  sped? 
Did  the  lonely  and  lorn,  aboriginees  wed  ? 
Why  that  New-found-land  gladdened  mariner's  eyes 
Who  landed  with  Cabot,  need  no  one  surprise ; 
While  our  wonder  increases  with  all  of  these  years 
The  Welchman's  own  tongue  there  greeted  his  ears. 
A  remnant  preserved  in  mysterious  way, 
That  it  should  appear  in  this  marvelous  day — 
How  the  God  of  the  Druids,  in  darkness  dense 
For  a  "light  in  the  window''  led  people  thence. 
Raised  friends  from  the  sod  for  those  scions  subdued 
Gave  the  best  of  their  brawn,  with  a  mind  imbued 
Craved  wide  spreading  acres  of  fields  to  expand, 
Which  they  never  should  know  in  the  mother-land. 
Owning  little  or  much,  removed  from  its  strife 
Taking  chances  to  live  out  their  own  simple  life ; 
Borne  along  with  the  tide  broke  the  tenderest  ties 
And  cords  for  the  debtor  where  Oglethorpc  lies. 
Arm  in  arm,  Enterprise  and  Adventure  knocked! 
Opportunity's  door  was  as  yet  unlocked, 


74  VOICES  OF  THE  PAST 

When  a  certain  sea  captain,  following  wake 
Of  trade  and  discovery  traversed  the  Lake — 
Completing  the  chain  of  our  great  water  course, 
Taps  America's  mines  in  her  copper  source. 
There  something  inviting  to  that  distant  shore, 
No  more  he  returned  to  the  cabin  of  yore. 
Loving  life  and  the  breeze,  on  the  billow  tossed 
Fearing  nothing  but  calm  and  augmented  cost, 
While  they  lazily  drifted  with  loosening  sails 
Far  off  from  the  trail  and  the  docks  of  Wales ; 
Still  he  surely  prized  more  the  wife,  was  no  shrew, 
With  her  love-lighted  face,  more  endearing  grew. 
Destination  was  then  th'  principal  thing; 
Now,  its  killing  time!  or  with  bird  on  the  wing 
Enjoying  the  trip  has  been  shortened  by  steam, 
Where  a  few  work  the  passage,  and  th'  many  dream. 
Such  a  different  scheme  from  faint  retrospect ! 
But,  desirable  change,  which  we  all  expect 
In  the  future  to  try,  though  at  present  we  chase 
Golden  hopes  on  the  land  has  no  "ship  of  space." 
Some  decided  influence  for  safer  pursuits, 
Now  governed  the  sire  who  grafted  the  shoots 
Of  a  parent  stock  would  be  pioneers  strong, 
In  the  wise  commonwealth  must  condone  no  wrong. 
And  his  name  thus  descending  to  branch  I  knew 
Fell  to  one, — nature's  nobleman,  grandly  true; 
While  here  manifested  by  low,  gentle  tones 
In  Heaven  wrote  "Richard"  along  with  Paul  Jones. 
Never  beckoned  to  fame !  for  a  peaceful  reign 
Turned  his  aspiration  to'ard  "public  domain" 
To  the  subjugation  of  the  sandy  waste; 


VOICES  OF  THE  PAST  75 

O'er  the  prairies  with  "schooner"  oh !  must  he  haste. 
None  too  speedy  were  they,  for  the  door  shut  fast 
In  the  grip  of  finance  with  the  seventies  past, 
Scarce  lessened  the  failures  and  unemployed  force 
Brought  increasing  "hard  times"  and  bills  of  divorce. 
But,  a  rolling  half  section  in  Knox  he  filed 
Near  the  great  river's  bend;  there  from  friends  exiled, 
Did  the  couple  well  mated  in  hardships  heed 
That  Truth  is  the  lamp  will  guide  us  indeed. 
Plucky,  patient  and  frugal !  all  this  and  more 
As  they  slowly  added  to  their  stock  and  store ; 
Improving  their  farm,  planting  furrow  and  tree 
Sharing  labor  and  love  — was  their  children,   three. 
Yet,  a  dark  day  came,  when  the  sun  couldn't  shine 
Thro'   the  gathering  clouds  hid  the  Hand  Divine; 
There  thankful,  they  still,  that  the  cottage  held  four 
When  the  pride  of  the  parish  passed  on  before. 
Her  request  they  remembered,  that  roses  sweet 
Should  bloom  at  her  head  and  others  complete ; 
Just  as  she  would  have  done,  hadst  tarried  below 
Till  her  cheerful  "mamma"  joined  the  cortege  slow. 
Now  there's  one  pretty  spot,  the  dearest  on  earth 
Has  been  hallowed  with  tears  for  her  first  in  birth ; 
Yet  a  light  in  his  darkness  chaste  Libbie  wras  sent 
To  lead  papa  Home,  'scaped  the  cold  death  sweat. 
Ever  faithful,   considerate,   tender,  mild ; 
Transmitted  are  virtues — from  parent  to  child? 
His  example  the  pattern  and  household  word, 
It  was  harmony  seen,  and  felt,  and  heard. 
In  the  circle  beloved,  and  esteemed  by  all 
Always  ready  was  he  for  the  Master's  call ; 


76  VOICES  OF  THE  PAST 

How  ruled  he  so  well  his  city  was  given? 
Shall  a  principality  be  his  in  heaven? 
Oh !  the  world  is  much  poorer !  his  post  ne'er  rilled ! 
One  among  ten  thousand,  so  righteous  willed. 
We  trust  that  the  hosts  angelic  have  gained, 
Yet,  wonder  experience  he  attained.  *  *  * 
May  we  now  understand,  why  timid  Norline 
Ere  the  ripening  role  recognized  a  queen? 
Loved  the  modest,  self-polished  play-fellow  she  sought, 
Pure  language,  ideals,  and  ethics  taught. 
Never  dreaming  their  paths  had  crossed  in  the  wood, 
Where  the  raven  tress  of  "Rebecca  the  good" 
Enveloped  a  brow  played  the  deathless  part — 
Of  saving  a  life  for  the  Nation's  start. 
Now,  Alwynn !  the  fiery ! — of  Druids,  "the  last" — 
Legendary  we  missed,  when  Charles  Dickens  cast 
His  mightier  pen  with  the  sword  he  condemns, 
To  take  his  last  cruise  from  the  port  of  Thames ; — 
There'll  be  something  to  do,  for  the  soul  of  thee ! 
Wrapt  in  reveries  swept  by  the  finer  key 
Must  awaken  to  genius,  and  think  on  the  wrongs 
Chilling  hearts  till  the  lips  can  chant  no  songs. 
Perhaps,  it  will  simply  be  pulling  down  wires 
Bars  the  people  from  justice,  bequeathed  by  sires; 
And  a  pupil  so  apt  on  the  snow-covered  hill 
For  the  progress  of  woman  should  level  them  still. 
More  sweetly  solemn, — the  duty  then  laid 
On  his  shoulders,  who  stood  at  the  grave  new-made, 
While  between  "two  worlds,"  sits  divided,  to  wait! 
The  mother  who  cherished  and  blest  his  estate. 
By  the  same  love  planned, — executing  in  joy 


WE  SHALL  GATHER  THERE  77 

Her  far  better  house ;  where  no  painful  alloy 
Shall  e'er  enter  into  its  heavenly  bliss, — 
Oh  !  that  beautiful  Realm  !  rewarding  for  this  : 
After  all  is  so  pleasant,  on  treasury's  isle 
With  comforts  and  benisons  coming  the  while, 
Ordered  with  the  green  grove  and  the  swelling  note 
Of  the  symphony  sounds  thro  the  lark's  clear  throat. 
Must  I  leave  them  with  memories  clustering  round?— 
Were  engendered  for  aye  by  the  daughter's  mound ; — 
When  I  fain  would  wrest  from  shy  destiny's  page 
Some  impression  for  Edith's  maturer  age. 
Could  you  once  believe  it  would  be  common-place? 
For  one  shows  such  smiling,  ineffable  grace. 
As  I  look, — there  are  hints  of  bright,  happy  days 
Lights  the  misty  veil  with  their  violet  rays. 
Not  a  single  shade  holds  of  filial  neglect ; 
Reviewing  the  scene  questions  quaint  dialect 
Of  their  Welch  forefathers,  who  are  almost  forgot 
Though  the  flame  and  the  faith  they  revered  are  not. 
Goes  sailing  with  science,  on  th'  vast  Unknown 
With  reason  has  grasp  on  "Infinity's"  throne ; 
Thus,  gladly  I  hail !  the  impossible  done 
When  the  Nation's  a  family  like  this  one. 


WE  SHALL  GATHER  THERE. 


After  many  delays,  calculations  and  stays 
There  was  one  selected  of  gusty  March  days; 


78  WE  SHALL  GATHER  THERE 

Seemed  more  like  her  sister,  cloudy  April  had  kissed  her 

With  sunshine  and  shower  or  managed  to  twist  her, 

In  the  shuffle  of  season  quite  out  of  reason ; 

This  day  taking  flight  to  the  beach  was  no  treason 

For  I  listened  to  sermon  with  my  escort,  Herman — 

That  son  as  sedate  as  the  judge  in  his  ermine. 

Tucking  under  his  arm  did  solicitous  charm 

Mother  feebler  growing,  who  felt  some  alarm : 

When  the  wind  played  its  pranks,  rolled  the  breakers  in  ranks 

Lashed  the  waters  in  fury,  drove  th'  bathers  to  banks. 

My  first  sight  of  ocean  I  enjoyed,  though  the  notion 

Is  so  prevalent  there  that  tides  in  commotion 

With  a  mist  on  their  bosom  which  hides  the  horizon, 

Spoils  an  outing  for  true  California  wise  one. 

Amateur  finds  delight  would  fastidious  fright ; 

Looking  out  and  around  is  considering  height 

Of  the  pier  above  ground,  where  the  steamer  in-bound 

In  safety  deposits  each  party  and  pound ; 

Watches  wonderful  sailors  independent  of  tailors, 

That  ducking  and  diving  elude  finny  jailers, 

The  crest  will  go  riding,  overwhelmed  by  no  tiding — 

In  the  sea  or  the  air  make  their  home  and  abiding : 

Lesson  we  have  not  learned  if  we're  chiefly  concerned 
With  the  land  of  our  birth,  "adoption"  unearned. 
Tightly  clasping  the  rail  searching  depths  for  a  whale, 
No  partaker,  find  pleasing  minutest  detail. 
Spying  ship  in  the  distance,  still  wishful  insistence 
It  would  happen  our  way  for  the  sake  of  the  instance ; 
Yet, — deciding  the  mixture — grandly  eloquent  picture ! 
Having  Nature  and  God  needs  naught  of  the  fixture. 


WE  SHALL  GATHER  THERE  79 

Not  forgetting  through  all  'twas  response  to  the  call! 
Thankful  transgression  ended  short  of  the  "fall"; 
That  desire  of  the  heart — tongue  nor  pen  could  impart ! 
Gratified  as  result  of  the  enemy's  dart; 
Craved  no  more  innocence, — saw  the  sweet  consonance 
Of  the  storm  on  the  waves  fitting  life's  continence; 
Blest  the  struggles  and  grieving  helps  in  retrieving, 
One  glimpse  of  Pacific  had  set  me  achieving. 

Who  could  visit  the  spot, — inconspicuous  dot 
On  the  coast  of  our  country  mapped  with  the  plot : 
Where  experiments  prove  sane  reforms  on  the  move, — 
That  seed  propagation,  routed  out  of  its  groove; 
Who,  I  say,  hath  confessed  to  a  junket  out  west— 
And  slighted  the  bath-house,  Long  Beach  with  the  best  ? 
Such  a  cunning  contrivance,  to  please  when  connivance 
Of  th'  elements  leave  us  no  other  reliance. 

Just  a  stiching  in  time  to  embellish  the  rhyme ! 
To  compare  this  retreat  with  the  "refuge"  for  crime : 
Which  Hebrews'  Commandant  ordained  for  defendant 
Whether  guilty  or  not,  from  wrath  fled  despondent ; 
'Tis  a  pertinent  truth,  yet  we  waive  it  forsooth — 
Our  immediate  want  being  rest  in  the  booth ; 
There  a  fine  place  for  practice  is  pool  to  attract  us 
Into  plunge  like  the  petrel,  no  foe  to  attack  us. 

Here  the  hours  gliding  by  with  regrets  could  not  try 
Happy  stroll  where  the  shells  and  the  star-fish  lie ! 
Near  the  deep,  foaming  brim  took  we,  hastily,  skim — 
Left  our  foot-prints  defacing  its  margin  dim. 
Contenting  our  present  with  hope  that  the  crescent 
Of  a  future  moon  would  reward  us  quiescent; 


80  WE  SHALL  GATHER  THERE 

That  soft,  gentle  zephyr  bringing  calm  with  the  vesper — 
Thenceforward  might  soothe  and  attend  us  forever. 

Clouds  were  clearing  away,  chased  with  brighter  sun's  ray 

To  smile  on  occasion,  ere  our  homeward  way 

Was  sought  in  returning,  where  the  kettle  was  burning 

And  the  meat  would  boil  dry,  the  cook  undiscerning. 

"Sunset  on  the  ocean,"  was  missed  for  devotion 

To  the  Son  in  his  sport  was  a  sum  in  proportion ; 

And  I  catch  myself  pledging  where  the  workmen  are  dredging 

I'll  sit  me  down  never  a  copper  begrudging : 

There's  enough  and  to  spare,  shall  depend  on  my  share 

To  make  its  appearance  before  the  last  fair. 

When  another  east  gale  fixes  course  with  the  "mail," 

That  carried  my  Clara  far  off  on  the  trail ! 

With  the  babe  on  her  breast,  little  Donnie  when  dressed 

The  cutest,  the  dearest,  world  ever  possessed, — 

Since  the  days  when  my  darlings  caught  trick  of  the  starlings ; 

In  unison,  pray  we,  surcease  from  these  partings. 

Past  reference  to  baby  changes  plans  with  a  maybe : 
That  one  will  show  Santa,  with  his  auto,  fallacy — 
Of  travel  with  reindeer  to  finish  remainder 
Of  his  specified  term  for  serving  the  kinder. 
Giving  wings  to  the  thought,  wish  the  lots  he  has  bought 
Were  included  in  district  with  danger  is  fraught ; 
For  one  Mount  Jacinto  couldn't  make  me  jump  into 
Brier  bushes  and  snow,  to  mar  my  memento. 

Remembrance  is  busy  setting  type  makes  me  dizzy 
To  think  of  the  wealth  of  flowers  in  that  hazy, 
Moist,  serene  atmosphere — passing  winter  is  drear, 


WE  SHALL  GATHER  THERE  81 

Gives  you  summer  and  autumn  throughout  the  whole  year ; 
Offers  fruit  so  delicious,  could  any  malicious 
Advise  to  refrain  from  a  sojourn  with  precious — 
"Baby  mine"  was  not  sorry  the  shears  did  not  tarry ; 
Hair  many  times  cut,  still  answers  to  "Harry" : 

Is  my  comfort,  my  joy,  scarcely  longer  a  boy ! 

Growing  manly  so  fast  prizes  only  one  toy ; 

With  it  he  goes  whirling  to  Cheyenne,  or  Stirling, — 

Will  not  stop  ere  his  flag  for  west  is  unfurling. 

"Never  seen,"  quoth  tjhe  mordant,  is  all  the  more  'portant 

He  should  see  Ocean  Park  with  mother  concordant. 

In  fancy  we're  joining  the  trio  are  coining 

Their  notes  of  good  cheer,  while  I  wait  for  the  dawning. 

We'll  gather  there  surely  our  weather-vane  truly 

Has  turned  tow'rd  the  shore;  guides  procession  that  duly 

Incorporates  promise  and  faith  with  the  premise 

Of  brother  avoiding  discourse  on  polemics ; 

Roy  and  Eddie  will  bravely,  with  sisters  they  gave  me 

Trim  their  sails  for  the  trip  I'm  training  for  daily ; — 

Stowing  trinkets  in  trunk,  packing  grips  and  a  chunk 

Of  brown  bread  for  Goliah  in  Jordan  was  sunk. 

In  next  recitation  will  come  alteration 
Of  the  figures  gone  swimming,  vote  for  vacation ; 
And  the  cipher'll  count  ten,  sister  Eva  with  pen 
Endorsing  her  check  with  a  flying  "Amen." 
Now  this  as  I  view  it,  is  not  "As  you  like  it" — 
Dear  father,  dear  mother,  and  one — cannot  name  it ; 
Deferring  your  laughter  for  close  of  the  chapter! 
Won't  Charlie  some  day  let  me  be  his  captor? 


82  WESTWARD 


WESTWARD. 


"Unto  a  Land  I  Will  Show  Thee." 

Is  life  uneventful  ?    Don't  feel  resentful. 

Is  it  finely  related  ?    Be  not  elated. 

Circumstances  perverse,  could  a  change  reimburse? 

Do  your  plans  meet  fruition !    Expect  an  omission. 

Do  you  slumber  at  ease  best  of  earth  to  appease  ? 

Wants  simple, — your  shading  hath  naught  of  upbraiding; 

Brimming  nectar  your  lot,  no  power  in  your  plot 

Of  contentment,  entwining  sting  or  repining. 

Are  friends  grown  austere,  cupid's  vows  insincere ! 

Under  mistletoe  wed  dost  repent  that  you  said? 

Smile  on  with  the  gayest,  remember  thou  mayest — 

At  a  moment's  warning  board  train  in  the  morning. 

To  His  temple  for  some  shall  He  "suddenly  come" 

Whilst  they're  tenting  on  plains  caught  with  glamour  and  gains, 

At  wayside  dismounting — money-bags  counting 

Or  motley  pile  guarding — unfoldment  retarding. 

Behest  to  the  mountain,  faith  healing  fountain, — 

The  Divine  met  in  nature,  once  good  nomenclature ; 

Whatever  its  guises  star  of  empire  rises 

And  unrest  points  estate  toward  the  Golden  Gate! 

It  may  be  persuasion  marks  the  occasion, 

Maybe  a  stranger  thou  rovest  a  ranger. 

Peremptory  calling  obeyed  saves  the  falling — 

With  possessions  make  haste  get  thee  out  o'er  the  waste ! 

Be  forgetful  thy  past  made  "iconoclast," 


WESTWARD  83 

Forget  towers  tumbling,  murky  waters  rumbling ! 
Him  who  bade  sacrifice  though  the  infant  cries ; 
That  "leap  from  the  altar"  when  priestless  did  falter ! 

Take  the  lives  defending! — God  knoweth  ending, 

Wrought  in  firmament  high,  thy  satellite  nigh ; 

But  pack  ye  no  idol  preparing  for  bridal ! 

For  honeymoon  westward     .      .     depend  not  on  pass-word. 

Buy  a  genuine  ticket,  for  "scalper"  at  wicket 

Undetected  in  time  costs  you  many  a  dime. 

Leaving  faces  most  dear,  hope  lendeth  good  cheer 

That  our  loved  gone  before  gladly  greet  at  the  door. 

The  route*  not  in  question, — others  suggestion 

Is  all  potential  in  every  essential. 

From  halls  that  arraign  us,  from  battle-grounds  famous — 
From  populous  centers,  country  manors  with  renters : 
Come  a  great  avalanche  swelling  ranks  from  the  ranch ! 
Much  as  rodants  that  farmed,  Peter  Piper  had  charmed. 
Fields  fertile  deserting,  lane  and  meadow  skirting, 
Flee  the  rigorous  east  with  the  "basin"  it  fleeced. 
Rockies  shunning,  sweep  onward  if  motto  is  "forward" 
Through  the  state  with  its  mines,  mill  and  orchard  combines — 
Red  granite  and  lignites,  unparalleled  birth-rights. 
A  visit  disdaining — through  tunnels  remaining 
Sesame  opens  wide  on  the  southern  "divide." 

Through  rich  territories  where  the  Toltec  glories — 
You  pass  to  the  "Needles"  rock-ribbed  by  the  creedals. 
All  well  at  the  River,  transition — saith  Giver — 
Undisputed  by  Me  burden  bearer  on  knee ; 

*Reminiscent  of  journey  to  California  in  1904,  via  "Santa  Fe"  R.  R. 


84  WESTWARD 

Not  fearful  of  loss  trusting  Him  on  the  cross! 
Over  peaceful  expanse — on  suspension  advance. 
Should  a  furious  storm  leave  bridge  without  form! 
Ahead  signal  flashes,  'tis  unsafe !  he  who  dashes 
Still  recklessly  on,  life-preserver  must  don; — 
On  a  more  level  plain  seek  for  passage  again. 
Take  the  " Southern  Pacific,"  banks  less  terrific — 
Where  elements  kindly,  permission  give  blindly. 
Thus  a  circuitous  line  down  the  streamlet  of  brine 
Sends  you  many  hours  late  toward  the  Golden  Gate. 

That  long,  lonesome  valley — here  would  you  dally — 

From  track  ever  wander,  or  exchequer  squander? 

Just  as  fatal  to  halt  near  that  river  of  Salt 

Like  the  wife  that  defied  might  you  be  petrified. 

If  conducted  along  by  steed  that  is  strong 

On  a  prosperous  journey  sped  to  "far  country" — 

Find  the  palms  gaily  waving  hint  the  date  trees  saving. 

But  with  "Engineer"  brave,  never  flinch  at  the  grave 

Disheartening  prospect  of  border  decked; 

Unsightly  those  hillocks,  not  a  shrub  for  bullocks! 

Not  a  visible  sign  could  the  human  incline 

To  look  for  provision,  or  suspect  a  revision 

Of  baggage  at  Yuma;  or  troops  Montezuma — 

Once  had  stationed  around  for  dreaded  foe  found 

Avaricious  withal,  who  embroidered  his  pall 

While  in  friendship  they  fawned  where  Cordilleras  yawned! 

Are  these  sentinels  standing  lone  in  the  fells — 

With  an  arm  akimbo  like  truants  from  "limbo" ! 

Do  they  watch  o'er  the  mounds   (soul-freedom  for  hounds!) 

E'en  with  Banquo  released  when  their  tribe  is  deceased; 


WESTWARD  85 

Doing  penance  perchance,  for  victims  of  lance — 

On  th'  battle-field  won  dedicated  to  "Sun?" 

Thorny  cactus  unveiled  might  the  Spanish  be  "mailed !" 

Were  conquering  heroes,  fair  sample  of  Neroes; 

A  scape-goat  discerning  must  be  for  the  burning 

Cf  city,  he'd  pillage  with  surrounding  village. — 

Saw  the  Christian  fine  fiber  to  color  the  Tiber! 

To  cremate  in  his  home  by  fanatic  at  Rome. 

In  religion's  name!  does  escutcheon  blame — 

That  pagan  devotion  had  traversed  blue  ocean ; — 

Singing  sad  requiem  when  blood-shed  for  them 

To  adventure  gave  fame  with  a  populace  tame. 

To  greed  are  we  debtor  that  conditions  are  better? 

That  a  continent's  spanned  by  railway  so  grand — 

We  can  tap  every  source  of  its  wealth  in  our  course, 

And  select  our  own  road  to  that  future  abode? 

But  the  "Styx"  with  its  shades  'mid  those  deep  everglades! 

Is  the  swift  Colorado ;  when  haunted  by  shadow 

Of  the  past  to  distract  us,  we  imagine  those  cactus 

Hold  the  souls  of  the  lost  in  eternity  tossed, 

Starting  them  in  anew,  giving  something  to  do ; 

A  guide-post  reminding  mistakes  ever  binding — 

Are  the  thistle  patch  seeding,  refractory  needing 

A  constant  resetting  for  sins  they're  abetting. 

Disappointment — the  goad,  may  furnish  the  mode 
The  vesture  to  fashion  for  unbridled  passion. 
Will  the  Gardener  choose,  never  blemish  excuse — 
To  faults  in  extension  fit  mammoth  dimension? 
Ah  !  unwise  to  survey  ? — explanations  delay ; — 
You  are  loth  to  descant  on  the  ghost  of  the  plant ; 


86  WESTWARD 

You  would  now  stem  the  current  nor  heed  a  deterrent ; 
Speed  slackening  on  sand  at  the  margin  we  land : 
Here  the  stop  being  brief,  close  our  eyes  in  belief! 
Though  we're  troubled  for  breath  in  that  stillness  of  death 
And  are  scarcely  aware  of  our  flight  in  the  air ; 
Conjecture  nor  fearing,  aught's  wrong  with  the  gearing. 

Were  you  conscious  of  "change"  in  the  widening  range? 

Didst  sense  situation — hear  vast  elevation 

Above  river  flowing  unto  the  gulf  going? 

Did  conditions  then  take  your  attention  from  lake? — 

Drained  dry  in  upheaval,  still  considered  evil, 

Report  says  is  lower  than  sea-level. — Slower, 

Still  train  moving  forward,  may  discover  off  nor'ward 

The  evidence  later,  what  happened  when  crater 

Belched  forth  in  its  vent  as  internal  fires  rent, 

Repeating  the  fable  "cleansed  Augean  stable." 

This  marvelous  canyon — depicted  by  Bunyan 

As  the  flood  from  the  "Throne"  could  for  wicked  atone, — 

Helped  the  Pilgrims'  Progress,  providing  an  egress 

For  "brimstone"  solution  with  ancient  pollution. 

Purifying,  its  length  is  a  freshet  of  strength 

For  soil  that's  depleted,  if  carefully  meted. 

Olden  obstacle  gone,  burning  lake*  that  so  long 

The  trav'ler  affrighted; — whilst  revellers   slighted 

Admonition  to  learn  of  the  Master's  concern : 

Upper  "road"  leading  straight  to  the  Golden  Gate. 

*A  reference  to  the  Salton  Sea  of  Eastern  California,  again  filling 
up  since  this  inference  of  its  correspondence  to  the  Scriptural  Lake  of 
"Revelation."  Its  unusual  rise  significant  of  the  further  work  to  be 
accomplished  by  "Grace."— Author. 


WESTWARD  87 

"On  the  heights"   (with  your  wraps*)   kept  in  snow-covered 
That  laborious  trail  to  reward  would  not  fail;  [caps, — 

But  so  few  ever  sought  Loving  Mercy,  in  thought — 
Colorado,  one  day,  sent  He  wending  its  way. 
And  its  task  is  complete,  Hercules  leaving  sweet! 
Sulphurious  region  grows  lichen  in  legion; 
Pretty  homes,  on  its  brink,  will  arise  ere  you  think 
When  stream  deviating  cools  sands  palpitating. 

Are  you  struck  with  surprise  that  the  silence  implies : 
That  "Inferno"  of  Dante's  was  sunk  with  Atlantes? 
In  safety,  pass  hither,  no  ghoul  asking  whither! 
Ascent  gained  by  toiling,  never  enemy  foiling 
For  wise  occupation  ends  vile  operation, 
On  the  desert  disbands  all  hostile  brigands. 
Is  heat  more  oppressive?    Do  not  be  aggressive! 
No  explosive  will  thrive,  just  be  glad  you're  alive! 
How  near  destination?    Bright  expectation — 
Pictures  children  who  stand  with  a  welcoming  band. 

Unfamiliar  the  scene  at  the  window  you  lean; 

Oh !  loveliness  stealing  o'er  vision  with  feeling ! 

Will  exquisite  delights  soon  repay  for  the  nights 

Of  sorrow,  or  anguish,  of  pain  that  would  vanquish — 

When  torment  appeared  with  ferocity  feared ; 

Oft  clouding  horizon  with  malarial  poison 


*Here  the  phrase  "en  rapport"  well  applies  with  its  concealed  crypto 
gram;  and  also  revives  the  much  mooted  prophecy  of  the  "Millerites" 
who  scheduled  the  Coming  of  Christ — for  the  year  of  1844, — the  same 
strangely  fulfilled  in  those  "Rochester  rappings,"  which  with  increasing 
and  more  intelligent  phenomena,  have  astonished  and  convinced  a 
Skeptic  World  of  the  Life  Beyond,  of  continuous  and  progress 
ive  Soul-Consciousness  across  the  grave ;  of  the  authenticity  of  our 
Scriptures  and  its  Divine  character  as  well  as  hidden  import. — The 
Author. 


88  WESTWARD 

The  sunshine  excluding,  left  one  concluding: 
Unconscious  man  reckons  where  oblivion  beckons ; 
Boon — sweetest  for  weeping,  remittance  in  sleeping 
Of  weights  seldom  lighten,  or  "comforter"  brighten. 

What  rapturous  sight  shall  now  burst  with  the  light? 

Is  Immortal  beyond?     Hath  Eternity  bond? 

We  have  reached  new  divide,  why !  the  higher  we  ride 

More  balmy  the  weather,  more  fragrant  the  heather. 

A  mist  hides  its  beauty,  an  unfulfilled  duty — 

Bids  me  tarry  till  earned  that  my  zvorks  be  not  burned ; 

In  patience  and  trembling  bide  the  assembling 

When  "hosannas"  proclaim  at  the  Wedding  "new  name." 

Wanting  gold  that  makes  "rich"  we'll  arrive  at  the  switch 

For  Los  Angeles  train,  where  the  peris  obtain 

Gifts  truer  to  offer  than  merits  of  scoffer — 

Who  tastes  no  contrition ;  who  doubts  that  "perdition" 

To  his  ozvn  bringeth  each  would  sell  or  impeach 

The  Christ  that  hath  taught  him,  the  Crucified  bought  him. 

His  place  in  the  Potter's  Field,  nor  with  guilt  concealed ! 

Earthly  lust  sealed  his  fate  not  to  enter  the  Gate. 

Much  experience  here  is  required  to  clear 

Brazen  "image"  from  sky,  early  mote  from  the  eye; 

Is  one  so  well  gifted?    Yet  he  must  be  sifted 

Of  mortal  corruption  ere  th'  final  eruption; — 

On  a  tropical  bar  likely  gaze  from  afar ! 

Wait  the  beggar  who  died  while  he  held  in  his  pride 

Crumbs  Lazarus  pleaded,  his  portion  exceeded; 

Cool  draught  he  implores  laves  northerners'  shores. 

Here  wishful  he'd  tried  on  material  side 

To  examine  the  map  for  a  path  over  "gap" ! 


WESTWARD 

Love-ties  yet  unbroken,  like  Dives  urge  a  token — 
Advising  dear  brothers,  strive  harder  for  others. 

"On  Abraham's  bosom"  may  heavenly  balsam 

Cure  cords  that  are  aching,  touch  tendrils  awaking! 

Of  "ivy"  that  withered  when  th'  frost-elf  gathered 

Her  dewdrops  adorning,  ere  stars  of  the  morning — 

Sang  their  peans  of  praise  for  the  glorious  days ! 

Were  coming,  yes,  coming,  full  soon  with  the  humming 

Of  wings  in  vibration,  that  bear  inspiration 

And  heart  of  evangels  to  th'  City  of  Angels. 

Large  enough  Father's  Breast  that  the  weary  find  rest, 

The  buoyant  find  work  too  enobling  to  shirk ! 

The  student,  more  wonders  than  Sinai's  thunders ; 

All  thy  gnawing  be  stilled  where  th'  Table  is  filled ! 

Room  enough  for  each  guest  hopeful  turns  to  the  west 
With  grandeur  so  tempting,  with  breezes  exempting 
From  sultry  months  summer  inflicts  on  the  drummer, — 
Poorer  artisan  fined  if  he  will  lag  behind. 
How  broad  ocean  swelling  is  ceaselessly  telling: 
Other  pleasures  are  well,  other  treasures  excel, 
Than  our  limited  spheres  can  attain  in  the  years 
That  fly  while  we're  longing,  its  distant  shore  thronging. 

Had  celestial  to  guide  why  not  satisfied, 
Where  the  "loved  gone  before"  scatter  smiles  as  of  yore ; 
Richer  petals  to  glean,  heartsease  set  between — 
Was  indefinite  space  came  with  pardon  by  "Grace." 
Precious  missives  received  kept  the  mind  relieved, 
Which,  fanning  affection,  proved  with  an  exception 
How  truly  they  missed  her,  especially  sister — 


90  LEONITA 

Not  in  circle  when  flown  her  good-bye  said  alone. 

Thus — tides  turning  windward,  drew  back  to  the%  "vineyard" 

Where  twigs  in  profusion  might  bud  with  diffusion 

Of  th'  spirit  she'd  shown,  when  in  beautiful  zone — 

Understood  that  our  hates  shut  us  out  from  "The  Gates !" 


LEONITA. 


A  Romance  of  the  Eastern  Empire. 

Leonita !    I  see  thee,  again,  as  of  old 
In  a  satin  brocade  near  cith'ras  of  gold; 
Thy  fair  "maids  of  honor"  attending  beside 
Watch  an  amorous  bard — woos  thee  for  his  bride. 
Shall  a  Prince  claim  the  hand  of  Parthian  mould? 
Would  her  scornful  gaze  welcome  suitor  more  bold? 
Then  indeed  shall  he  come,  when  Byzantium's  throne 
Lies  open  to  woes  by  sychophants  sown. 

Christianized  by  her  missions,  lured  by  her  wealth, 

Taught  by  intrigues  and  political  stealth — 

Down  the  banks  of  disputed  Danube  they  swarmed, 

Dictating  their  terms  with  her  batteries  stormed : 

For  alliance  and  royal  prerogative  here 

With  his  whole  retinue,  does  their  Leader  appear; 

In  the  Palace,  ablaze,  is  revelry  planned 

While  hangs  in  the  balance  the  fate  of  the  land. 


LEONITA  91 

And  the  despot  was  glad  he'd  two  daughters,  then; 
Better  hostage  of  peace  than  a  ruler  of  men 
To  succeed  in  his  House;  proud  Dynasty  there 
Trampled  down  by  the  heathen,  looks  not  to  her  "heir" ; 
In  the  lap  of  sweet  luxury,  petted  and  spoiled 
Has  effeminate  grown  with  her  Ministry  foiled. 
But  the  brave  little  Lioness — reckoned  "a  shrew" 
Held  the  price  of  a  kingdom  and  principles  true. 

With  a  spice  of  the  fire — grandsires  of  the  Zend 
Bequeathed  through  that  mother  lamented  the  trend, 
She  sighed  for  a  hero — her  heart  understood; 
Had  a  thirst  for  adventure,  mountain  and  wood. 
Was  it  fortunate  hour  when  her  father  invokes 
The  power  of  her  beauty  "gainst  stalwart  oaks; 
As  counsel  he  gives  and  command  in  a  breath ! 
That  hostilities  end,  and  carnage  of  death? 

Well  screened  from  its  horrors,  in  state  they  are  met, 
While  the  Emperor  slyly  secluded  his  "pet" 
So  affrighted  and  pale ;  why,  deliberate ! 
Were  the  wiles  of  the  daughter,  must  now  captivate? 
At  the  first  mystic  glance  of  those  eyes  unveiled 
Her  grace  and  naive  coquetry  straight-way  assailed; 
His  gallantry  won,  with  the  trappings  of  war 
The  place  was  designed  by  Destiny's  "star." 

So  the  compact  is  sealed  ere  tomorrow's  sun ! 
Preparations  proceeding  till  all  is  done; 
Celebrated  those  nuptials — festive  and  gay — 
To  their  forests  grim  "Cohorts"  are  turning  away. 
Danger  lieth  before, — the  safety  behind 
Is  not  for  the  wedded  in  pleasure  to  find : 


92  LEONITA 

That  peace  she  has  purchased  with  liberty,  dear ! 
To  remember  with  longing  for  many  a  year. 

Leonita!     I  see  thee,  bidding  "adieu," 
To  the  fond  mother  sobbing  her  blessing  on  you ; 
Well  dowered,  you'll  soon  in  the  Cavalcade  ride 
Having  many  retainers  to  march  at  your  side. 
Will  the  Court  be  as  merry,  the  Capital  shine — 
With  the  Orient's  store  in  mercantile  line? 
While  you,  in  your  tent  or  improvised  Hall 
Learn  the  arts  of  a  "hero"  and  path-way  to  Gaul. 

Remoulded  by  Races — should  south-ward  detour, 

Was  the  Lioness  tamed  by  th'  perils  inure? 

Esteemed  by  companion,  is  lot  more  complete? 

Does  she  once  think  of  lovers  who  fawned  at  her  feet? 

Tertullian  gives  but  a  glimpse  of  the  End, 

In  Nature  she  found  her  chief  solace  and  friend, 

While  some  thing  then  stirring  the  founts  of  her  deep 

Taught  her  "faith  'tween  the  Nations"  her  portion  to  keep. 

On  the  "Borders,"  the  Goths  marked  the  civilized  world! 
Held  back  the  wild  Hun, — the  Slavonian  hurled; 
Yet,  the  pressure  too  great  they're  deserting  the  camp 
All  industrial  ways,  and  start  on  the  tramp; 
Taking  herds  and  accessories,  needful  to  roam 
With  a  few  of  the  portables  furnish  a  home ; 
Over  hill,  over  dale,  through  Noricum  bend — 
To  forage  or  ford,  they  hopefully  wend. 

Ever  westward,  their  goal !  breaking  shackle  and  bond 
Soon  buried  their  past  for  a  Future  Beyond; 
They  mingle  their  blood  with  the  "Heruli"  flown 


THE  CRYSTAL  CITY  93 

Ere  they  join  the  great  "Exodus"  seeking  the  Rhone. 
Leaving  ties  bound  our  heroine  tenderly,  then — 
Did  she  lay  down  her  Life  "to  take  it,  again" — 
In  the  vistas  between  that  Morn,  long  ago! 
And  re-birth  on  the  Sands  where  bright  waters  flow. 

Where  the  Spaniard  has  set  the  seal  of  his  tongue 
Does  she  sport  by  the  stream, — her  spirit  as  young 
And  fresh  for  the  contests  of  our  newer  Age, 
Lets  Freedom  and  Progress  illumine  the  page ; 
Here  Soul  that  is  strong  grasps  the  enemies'  spears 
Like  Switzerland's  champion,  falls  as  he  cheers: 
"Make  way  for  Liberty  !" — Victorious  died, — 
For  Conscience  waged  war  against  Austrian  pride. 


THE  CRYSTAL  CITY. 


Oh !  that  beautiful  City !  what  eye  hath  seen 

Its  towers  and  trees,  its  flowers  and  frieze? 
All  in  crystal  and  white — no  foliage  green, — 

Naught  but  radiant  grass  did  the  maiden  pass ; 
Glowing  colors    belonged  to  earth's  nearer  spheres 

Where  she'd  left  petty  care;  grew  pretty  and  fair, 
In  wonderment  lost    all  her  conscious  years ; 

Like  the  driven  snow, — thus,  was  given  to  know 
Only  spotless  and  pure  will  Wisdom  endow 
With  Life  everlasting.     Who  heeds  it  now? 


94  THE  CRYSTAL  CITY 

Whether  real  or  vision  of  the  Realms  above, 

That  comes  with  the  night,  has  dissolved  with  the  light 
Of  a  physical  sun,  refracting  the  LOVE, 

Clothed  a  mortal  Void  while  Immortals  toyed; — 
Could  I  see  forever,  that  imagry  new, 

As  futurity  rolls  o'er  purified  souls! 
Forgotten  might  be,  the  cruelty  slew 

My  gay,  artless  self ;  gave  to  one  heartless  guelph ! 
The  plough-share  to  strike  under  branches  must  bow, 
The  roots  of  the  tree  come  to  fruitage  now. 

Those  soft,  tender  shoots!  that  were  nature's  first  gift 

With  bright,  springing  flow'rs,  came  ringing  the  hours 
Of  their  own  death-knell ;  dandelions  would  drift  — 

Seeding  whole  orchard  down,  hide  the  orchids'  crown. 
So  good  their  companionship  seemed  to  the  tree — 

No  enmity  knew,  nor  a  destiny  true, 
Hearing  not  that  the  early  and  "latter  rains" 

Must  penetrate  spot,  held  the  Peri  forgot. 
There  sorrowful,  wistful,  did  th'  cloud  o'er  her  brow 
Send  the  shower  that  saved  and  strengthens  now? 

To  leafage  and  blossom  erstwhile  elected, 

— Many  killed  by  the  frost  or  chilled  at  the  cost 
Of  a  harvest  was  late,  and  scarcely  expected; 

Had  those  weeds  been  spared,  would  the  deeds  ever  dared 
An  expression  to  take  or  a  form  fulfilled? 

Showing,  quality  tells  and  quantity  sells 
In  a  land  where  the  birds  are  as  likely  to  build 

In  a  crab  apple  grove;  or  in  maples,  rove, — 
As  in  choicest  of  nurseries,  nations  endow, 
Presents  you  selections  from  Burbank's  now! 


THE  CRYSTAL  CITY  95 

Whatever  conditions  are  needful  for  them 

To  satisfy  wants,  they  will  occupy  haunts 
By  attraction  or  instinct    guided  to  stem 

Like  unto  their  order  in  woodland  or  border. 
Therefore  did  it  happen  in  Providence's  way  — 

Not  slighted,  this  tree  which  was  sighted  to  be 
A  home  nest  for  four  little  warblers  some  day ; 

Whose  exactions,  though  dear,  made  attachments  to  cheer, 
Till  she'd  seldom  a  thought  for  that  stirring  plow, 
Woke  the  sweet  budding  hopes  held  in  bondage  now. 

Bringing  back  from  the  City,  in  speedy  flight 

By  the  "silver  cord,"  o'er  the  river  abhorred; 
From  the  Dreamland  appeared  in  glistening  white, 

Brought  her  spirit  presiding  to  th'  tree  abiding: 
Back  again  to  remembrance  of  trust,  reposed 

And  to  nurture  the  birds  with  virtuous  words; 
From  the  sun,  from  the  soil,  having  daily  transposed 

Her  invisible  store,  to  the  visible,  wore 
The  contour  He  designed, — and  traits  you'll  allow 
Must  distinguish  her  sort  in  the  World  of  Now. 

Their  play,  education,  and  welfare  always  — 

Engrossing  her  time,  ne'er  disposing  to  rhyme , 
Had  become  second  nature,  prolonging  their  days 

Of  sojourn  together,  till  the  stormy  weather. 
Quite  oft  interested  in  creatures  were  mute 

In  the  furrow  and  ground  where  the  burrough  went  round, 
But  little  attention  was  paid  to  her  fruit — 

— That  mission  neglected.     Ah !  some  one  detected 
A  change  must  be  wrought  ere  the  Winter ! — but  how  ? 
Should  the  "axe  at  the  root  of  the  tree"  fall  now  ? 


96  THE  CRYSTAL  CITY 

So  charming  that  twitter  with  guests  in  the  rye! 

She  learnt  with  emotion   spite  her  devotion, 
With  the  trend  of  affairs  they'd  certainly  fly, 

Leaving  lonesome  and  sad — who  would  make  her  glad? 
Such  a  stay-at-home,  she,  by  habit  had  grown — 

In  summer  vacation  wooed  "meditation," — 
That  looking  for  pleasure  when  pets  shall  have  flown 

Saw  those  singular  signs  (not  angular  lines) 
Were  developing  circles ; — must  puzzle,  I  trow  ! 
Any  head  has  no  place  for  mechanics  now. 

Production  her  forte!  was  discovered  ere  long! 

Many  labors  noting  of  her  neighbors  quoting; 
Could  she  hope  to  compete  in  a  race  with  the  strong? 

At  the  first  inventory,  beheld  her  glory! — 
Surprised  at  the  Truth  by  her  branches  revealed 

Urged  to  endeavor,  "better  late  than  never" 
To  the  inner  stream  of  her  life  then  appealed. 

Caught  the  answering  thrill,  cease ! — clammoring  will 
Just  be  still  and  grow! — turn  your  famishing  bough 
To  the  fresh,  autumn  rains,  are  descending  now. 

Vex  not  the  Good  Gardener  delivered  from  blight! 

'Tis   all   unavailing  time's   changes   bewailing; 
For  His  winged  creatures  careth,  preserveth  in  flight 

To  the  fig-tree  and  vines,  Creator  inclines. 
Feeling  thankful  for  grains  that  nourished  the  while, — 

Not  infrequently  light  and  seized  with  affright, 
At  the  fields  getting  bare.     Why  th'  marvelous  style 

Of  those  options  are  planned,  shut  the  prodigal  hand; 
Full  cribs,  elevators,  e'en  the  clover,  in  mow ! — 
Nothing  left  for  the  birdies  to  gather  now ! 


INQUIRY  97 

For  a  wider  domain  and  a  score  of  delights 

Quite  often  they'd  sighed  and  their  pinions  had  tried — 
Those  innocents  trusting  each  traveler  excites, 

Set  the  news  to  vibrating,  "Our  folks  are  migrating!" 
'Tis  "the  way  of  the  world"  furnished  tree's  consolation 

Bearing  fruits  of  repentance,   awaited  her  sentence. 
What  mystery  this,  clothes  the  "New  Dispensation? 

Finds  the  Peri  transplanted  to  the  palace  enchanted 
On  a  shore  where  her  boat  sways  gently,  with  prow — 
Seaward  turning  to  waft  from  the  Land  of  Now : 

Finds  inverted  the  tree,  generations  stood 

Deeply  rooted  in  earth !  computed  its  birth, — 
By  the  suns  burnt  out ;  by  the  monarch  of  wood ; 

By  the  accidents  rolled  over  Occidents  told : 
Thus  the  Harvest  is  reaped  in  the  Summer  of  Life 

With  cereal  kinds  yields  siderial  minds ; 
Reaching  up  to  Divine,  shall  its  soul  in  the  strife 

'Scape  the  ferule,  the  flail  and  the  perils  of  Baal? 
Through  the  power  of  the  Angels  recording  each  vow — 
Grander  vision  receive  of  that  City  now  ? 


INQUIRY. 


Was  it  God  raised  the  mount,  whose  treasures  ye  mined ! 
In  the  path  where  our  wearisome  footstep  inclined? 
Disappointing  us  sore  when  the  prospect  divined 


98  INQUIRY 

Shut  us  out   from  its  rest,  with  barriers  lined. 
Did  God  set  the  feet  in  diversified  field? 
Thy  helping  hand  still  for  another's  shield. 

Was  it  Wisdom  or  Chance — gave  only  a  draught 

From  the  cup  of  delights,  most  eagerly  quaffed 

To  its  very  dregs? — Is  fulfillment  the  graft 

"New  thought"  would  achieve  over  demon  that  chaffed? 

Was  it  mere  train  of  accidents  taught  with  a  cuff? 

Was  it  clearly  co-incidence  brought  thee  enough? 

Oh !  is  it  kind  Mercy  that  measures  success 
Overflowing  with  joy,  or  a  honeyed  excess  ? 
Mixes  wormwood  and  gall  for  some  in  distress 
Till  soul  in  its  patience  they  seldom  possess ! 
Are  grief  and  denials  all  ours  for  ill  doing? 
Could  we  conquer  and  keep,  were  we  but  knowing? 

With  the  AUTHOR  of  good  let  me  not  conflict ; 
With  vain  swelling  words  let  me  never  afflict! 
Those  Ears  of  high  heaven  have  power  to  inflict 
Stern  judgment  deserved — dare  we  contradict: 
There's  Infinite  Justice  can  right  Earthly  wrong, 
Has  a  strong  hidden  hand  to  help  us  along. 

It  is  shaping  events,  for  me,  out  of  space; 

Everywhere  that  I  turn !  shows  a  dear  smiling  face ; 

Bids  me  say  to  the  mountain,  "depart  from  this  place" 

No  more  to  dispute  my  progression  and  race; 

But,  "a  day  at  a  time  shall  ye  live  and  work! 

For  the  shuttle  moves  slower  each  task  that  ye  shirk." 


THE  RAVEN'S  LEAF 

When  finished  the  fabric,  for  wedding  robe  milled; 

Those  wanderings  o'er,  all  eternity  willed; 

When  murmured  adieus  rend  the  heart,  getting  chilled ! 

No  more  to  respond  with  voice  that  is  stilled; 

As  her  feet  press  the  sands  on  the  bright  shining  Main- 

Whose  helping  hand,  then,  will  mother  sustain? 

Shall  her  dearest  departed  with  greetings  appear : 
To  enfold  in  their  arms  and  brush  away  tear  — 
Wells  up  from  th'  eyes,  wept  full  many  a  year 
For  the  Love  that  she  missed,  and  loving  ones  near! 
Shall  she  sleep  in  the  bosom  of  unalloyed  bliss? 
Will  they,  knew  her  best,  wake  to  Life  with  a  kiss? 

Or  may  she  hear  first — an  orchestra  grand? 

Sent  to  welcome  the  stranger  in  sweet  Beulah-land; 

With  glorified  vision — enraptured  to  stand ! 

By  forms  that  are  new,  till  an  Angel  hand 

Extended  in  helpfulness,  offers  a  home — 

With  that  Love  over  there,  under  beautiful  Dome! 


THE  RAVEN'S  LEAF. 


At  a  World's  Fair. 

Did  her  botany  class  on  September  day 
Once  imagine  surprise  waiting  for  May  ? — 
This  pet  was  so  pert  her  professor  could  tease 


100  THE  RAVEN'S  LEAP 

More  apt  since  attending  the  Ball,  "Birdies"; 
Going  "hipity  hop"  with  anxious  expect 
Cuter  kink  to  catch  in  their  dialect. 
Now  merrily  trilled  as  her  basket  rilled 
With  leaves  to  her  notion,  bugs  in  commotion 
At  proclamation  concerning  the  "fair." — 

The  "address"  with  a  welcome  was  already  said 
When  th'  beetle  arrived  with  a  bump  on  his  head; 
His  coach  tipping  over  head-long  with  a  whack ! 
Officious   cricket  with  quirk  in  his  back — 
As  a  reason  presaged,  at  assembly,  he 
Was  th'  personage  should  their  delegate  be. 
Despite  the  rabble — 'mid  opponents  scrabble, 
An  end  to  their  cavil  came  when  the  gavel 
Announced  "your  report"  on  the  Birdies'  Fair: 

"The  best  item  gathered,  the  only,  you'd  say 

Was  to  this  effect,  amnesty — hey  day! 

By  the  feathered  folks,  is  declared  in  their  bill 

This  day  presented — bearing  codicil. 

Repeat  it  all  Bug-dom,  free  passes  for  aye! 

On  carriage  no  toll,  exempt  in  your  play; 

If,    (and  there's  the  rub)   you'll  favor  the  grub 

No  longer  inspect  with  a  view  to  dissect :" 

From  the  stump  was  chirruped  edict  for  the  Fair: 

"Another  proviso  some  couldn't  make  out — 
Seemed  th'  choler  to  ruff  of  "bug"  with  the  gout ; 
Too  stylish,  by  odds,  for  that  whole  company 
With  great  sack  of  gold,  wouldn't  look  at  me ! 
But  they  sized  him  aright,  assigned  to  his  station 
With  nuisances  crammed  to  court  ovation. 


THE  RAVEN'S  LEAF  101 

Now,  we'll  be  immune  from  attack  in  'commune' 

When  the  birds  ratify,"    and  claws  satisfy — 

Which  appropriate  funds  for  the  Birdies'  Fair.     .  .  . 

"In  th'  orchard ! — the  poacher,  near  house-hold  the  pest ! — 

Should  our  bayonnets  feel — from  east  to  west; 

To  the  desert  betake  you,  maurauder  bold, 

Who  contributes  not  to  the  family  fold. 

In  the  cosmic  order,  Man's  timing  his  train 

To  aid,  not  destroy,  approach  to  his  plane. 

Such  economy  here,  finds  a  broader  sphere 

This  sunny  weather  than  staining  the  heather 

With  blood  of  the  helpless,"  quoth  stork  at  the  Fair : 

"My  taste  grown  aesthetic — I'd  early  eschew 

The  carcass  that's  now  available  stew. 

We  stalk  in  advance  of  carnivora  blind 

And  eat  what's  donated  by  kindred  mind ; 

No  hand  raised  against  us  "our  mutual  friend" 

In  the  door-way  bars  evolution's  trend ; — 

And  we  pine  for  release,  manslaughter — to  cease."* 

Let  human  step  higher  that  brute  may  aspire! 

Sang  the  "symphony  concert"  at   Birdies'   Fair. 

.  .  .  'Tis  no  violation  of  natural  law, 

That  bugs  should  discourse,  when  the  crow's  caw,  caw ! 

Has  a  hearing  in  literature,  extolled 

By  scholars  translating  those  parchments  old : 

Their   hieroglyphs    gave    short-hand   credential 

From  mummy  insured  without  "prudential." 

But  baffled,  they  all,  by  that  leaf  with  a  scrawl ! 

See  Job  of  the  Bible,  "Janus"  of  Mythology, — also  the  Riddle  of  the 
Sphynx,  for  solution. — Ed. 


102  THE  RAVEN'S  LEAP 

Found  in  May's  collection,  sent  by  selection 
With  curios  wanted  for  the  coming  "Fair." 

Was  it  trick  or  delusion,  freak  of  the  wind? 
Was't  papyrus  shrivelled  or  a  lucky  find 
Of  leaf  mutilated,  mysterious  bird 
In  hasty  flight  lost  at  the  roll-call  heard? 
Bidding  up,  and  away — leaving  diary  closed! 
With  piteous  plaint  for  nestlings  exposed 
To  the  Arctic  whistle.     Was  queer  epistle — 
Fore-runner  of  series  trusting  her  dearies 
To  care  organizing  the  Birdies'  Fair? 

This  inquisitive  maid — determined  to  learn! — 
From  child-hood  evinced  original  turn. 
A  happy  thought  drew  her  to  their  daily  haunts 
A  column  to  con  from  the  songsters  wants. 
With  her  book  half  open,  entertained  she  sat 
And  list  to  their  chatter  of  "this  and  that;" 
Caught  the  blue-jay's  twitter,  "why  do  we  fritter 
So  much  time  in  dancing  or  silly  prancing ; 
What's  the  matter  with  us  having  this  Fair?" 

"Most  preposterous  thing  that  I  ever  knew" — 

Said  the  chronic  croaker  who  idly  blew 

His  insideous  note  of  calamity  there, 

Should  rural  tribes  tamper  with  rustic  fare; 

Trim  platter  "contentment"  with  spicy  conceits 

Add  th'  poisonous  cup  of  forbidden  sweets. 

They'd  next  take  to  reading,  insane  proceeding! — 

Not  to  be  indulged  till  riddle's  divulged; 

Would  the  "Sphinx"  lend  honor  to  the  Birdies'  Fair? 


THE  RAVEN'S  LEAF  103 

Oratorical  burst  died  to  a  mumble : 

Of  parrot  preferred   to  neighbors   humble; 

To  her  as  the  starling  sent  talents  more  bright 

With  plumage  more  gay,  it  didn't  seem  right. 

But  contagion  was  missed   in  discussion   waxed — 

Warmer  yet  till  the  speaker  awoke  they  taxed 

With  habit  seen  lazy, — some  hinted  "crazy." 

"At  evening  session  I'll  lead  the  procession 

With  mysteries  gleaned  at  night  for  the  Fair." 

So  prodigiously  wise! — he'd  secretive  been, 
Had  set  the  ball  rolling  world  treats  to  win; 
Moved  and  adopted,  parliamentary  style 
An  effort,  they'd  hazard,  for  things  worth  while; 
Their  astonishment  grown  at  news  on  the  wing — 
That  people  "humane"  furnished  death  "no  sting"; 
And  they  asked  in  dismay,  "Is  it  wrong  to  prey 
On  little  bugs,  minding  their  busy  way — winding 
Toward  staircase  builded  for  the  Birdies'  Fair?" 

If  discriminating — our  powers  would  be 
Engaged  to  discern,  how  different — key, 
Unlocking  the  "Stores  of  Infinity"  held 
Accessible,  strictly,  to  pair  expelled. 
Paradisacal  joys  not  offered  to  save ! — 
Adam's  willing  subjects,  his  speechless  slave  ? 
Mark!  obedience  gains,  where  Omniscience  reigns, — 
'Tis  unruly  that  "falls"  into  lower  stalls. 
May  wondered  what  date  was  set  for  the  Fair : 

For  proper  distinction  might  then,  she  decides, — 

Be  reached  for  her  relic,  a  hair  divides. 

Was  the  conference  over? — adjourned  with  a  rush — 


104  THE  RAVEN'S  LEAF 

By  a  falcon  fierce  swooping  down  to  crush 
An  innocent  life,  in  his  talons  so  strong. 
"Ah !  soliloquized  May,  grievously  long ! 
Have  we  bowed  to  fear,  kissing  scepter  severe; 
Will  the  God  of  Love !  soon  send  from  Above — 
A  quiver  and  arrows,  for  the  Birdies'  Fair?" 

.  .  .  Wouldst  defensive  stand  try  weapon  conviction ! 

Whet  "two-edged  sword"  truth  stranger  than  fiction, 

To  right  and  to  left  lay  phalanx  of  error 

In  the  dust,  recreant  wizards  of  terror. 

Hail,  promoters  of  good ! — advertisements  cooed, 

Invitations  broadcast  o'er  meadow  and  wood ! — 

Make  a  glowing  success  of  project  to  bless 

"Creation   trevailing,"   ever   more   wailing! 

For  freedom  with  "change"  denied  till  the  Fair. 

No  improvement  in  "nests,"  dress,  toilet  or  sense; 

To  this  conclusion  pride  spares  no  expense. 

Most  delectable  soup  Polly  pries  into  first, — 

May  pilfer,   prevaricate,  proudly  pursed; 

Of  privileged  beings,  on  pinnacle  put — 

By  society  lifting  its  cloven  foot 

From  the  neck  of  oppressed.     Count  reason — possessed 

By  each  gradation,  fits  their  education 

When  morals  take  lead  planning  Birdies'  Fair." 

So  we'll  not  dispair  the  "enigma"  to  seize: 

Who  traced  those  lines  floating  down  on  the  breeze ; 

If  church  and  school  faculty  can't  head  the  van — 

Will  impress  more  medial  means,  that  can. 

Shall  investigate  writings  howe'er  they  come! 

Whether  herald  by  trumpet,  pick  or  drum. 


THE  RAVEN'S  LEAF  105 

To  the  Spirit  of  Light  that's  guiding  aright! 

To  "silence"  that  broods — we'll  commit  what  intrudes, 

On  the  border  "marks  time"  till  "Morn  of  the  Fair." 

While  the  soldier  faithfully  follows  his  beat! 
For  welfare  of  camp  must  never  retreat ; 
The  lone  shadow  questions,  flits  timidly  by — 
In  the  "outer  darkness"  is  enemy  nigh? 
Thus — dense  from  the  dim,  courts  corroboration 
Of  hazy  "facts"  that  defy  observation. 
This  specific  puzzle  doth  so  befuzzle! 
We  pass  to  the  nation  by  re-incarnation 
Breeding  "oracle"  trained  for  the  Birdies'  Fair. 

Just  think  of  his  lineage  beyond  the  foam, 
Most  sacred  of  birds*  in  Egyptian  home ; 
Whose  virtues,  found  rare,  few  religions  despise — 
Ashes  and  rites  drape  in  worshipful  lies. 
While  custom,  philosophy,  knowledge  and  arts ! 
Incongruous  mixture — language  imparts; 
Where  cats  better  housed  than  Mary — espoused, 
The  curly  black  spaniel  fed  richer  than  Daniel, — 
Proteges  prepared  "pony  shows"  and  the  Fair. 

And  the  bird,  well  equipped  with  quills  for  the  deed, 

Saw  th'  practical  part,  posterity's  need; 

As  centuries  flew — in  nocturnal  visitf 

On  the  "bust  of  Pallas"  saw  how  exquisite! 

*A  reference  to  the  Sacred  bird  of  ancient  Egypt — the  Ibis,   its 
occult   meaning   preserved   in   singular    but    interesting   "archanes." — 
Editor. 
tSee,  Poe's  "Raven." 


106  THE  RAVEN'S  LEAF 

His  pictures  preserved;  pen  and  brush  combining 
With  "dove"  and  the  "ark"  and  animals  climbing; 
Symbolized  in  a  breath  progress  through  death ! 
That  "raven"  o'er  waste,  ill  omen  had  paced — 
In  his  beak  brought  the  Leaf  to  the  Birdies'  Fair. 

Could  in  his  "psalm  of  life"  correspond  with  these! 
Use  characters,  types  and  essence  of  trees; 
Mating  green  "olive  leaf"  gentle  dove  secured 
With  one  autumn  colored,  bore  sign  assured. 
No  "echoless  shore"  wafts  Platonian  rune, 
You  can  cage  the  bird  but  cannot  its  tune; 
May  th'  soul  in  its  flight  mount  ebony  Night — 
On  waves  ether-blown,  lightly  laden  ozone! 
With  sweet  cadence  rising  to  Realms  of  the  Fair? 

Gracing  paler  side — twixt  the  veins  relieved 
Of  sap,  ere  it  fell,  heart  of  trunk  received, — 
Was  inscription  engraved  by  an  "unknown1'  Hand 
Which  sorrow  expressed  for  snares  in  our  land. 
"Thine  altars  uncleansed  must  vials  call  down 
Of  wrath  and  destruction," — Like  "Patterson  town" — 
Hides  hawk  in  high  places,  His  image  erases, 
While  "eagles"  enthuse  do  the  vampire  excuse; 
Please  will  they  fly  shy  of  the  Birdies  • — fair  ? 

There  was  more  to  decipher  on  strange  leaf  seamed, 

Some-what  of  geology  nature  reamed; 

Some-what  of  the  stars,  forces,  elements  bound ! 

But  more  of  the  spirit,  place  no  more  found 

For  earth  that  "has  fled"  when  twenty-two  days — 

As  so  many  thousand,  ends  years — in  a  blaze. 

Then  some  one's  attention  was  struck  with  the  mention, 


A  PART  OF  ONE  107 

What  becomes  of  birdlings  if  selfish  worldlings 
Have  monopolized  seats  ere  the  "Morning,"  fair? 

Wont  there  gallery  be  round  the  "great  White  Throne" ! 

Or  a  nook  reserved  from  the  baritone, 

For  warblers  returning  with  talent  in  fee — 

Chanticlere  of  His  praise  o'er  the  turbid  sea? 

Will  the  men  with  five  talents  apply  just  one 

To  the  clearance  of  tangles  in  path-way  spun 

By  th'  shy  tarantula  ?    As  vain  Caligula — 

"Little  boots"  wearing,  mothers'  fledgelings  tearing ! — 

Who  supposed  they  might  walk  to  the  Birdies'  Fair. 


A  PART  OF  ONE. 


Dear  a  me!  what's  the  trouble?     I  seem  out  of  tune, 

When  the  Winter's  so  gay  wearing  garlands  of  June — 

He  has  stolen  of  Summer  and  cheated  the  Spring, 

In  her  chief  occupation — green  leafage  to  bring; 

While  the  budding  of  trees,  the  bursting  of  seeds 

Are  delayed,  spends  her  time  in  nursing  the  weeds, 

Has  one  of  them  fastened  its  fibers  in  heart — 

Is  sighing  and  pining  for  th'  limitless  part? 

Where  the  flowers  are  bedecking  fronds  for  the  May 

Why  can't  I  be  glad  with  all  Nature,  today? 

How  can  I  forget  those  unnatural  woes 

That  beset  us  when  Satan  can  lead  on  our  foes? 


108  A  PART  OF  ONE 

Though  some  one's  in  sorrow,  ,« 

I'm  told  not  to  borrow 

A  care  for  to-morrow ; 

But  the  clouds  have  advanced  excluding  the  Sun ! — 
The  rain  falls  in  torrents. — 

Now  an  abhorrence, 

Bringing  death  warrants — 

To  home  and  the  hearth  or  the  hopes  of  some  one ; 
And  I  know  I'm  a  part  of  that  one,  that  very  one. 

Dear  a  me!  how  I  shivered,  at  every  sharp  blast 
Swept  down  from  the  North  when  old  Boreas  passed, 
As  he  shrieked  in  delight — piling  up  the  snow  flakes 
Over  casement  and  path,  cattle  sheds  and  the  stakes, 
Where  helpless,  dumb  creatures  must  suffer  and  bide — 
In  discomforts,  uncheered  by  friend  at  the  side. 
There  impassable  roads  kept  us  buried  alive, 
Well  provided  with  fuel,  some  managed  to  thrive; — 
Having  "over  production"  of  corn  in  the  bin 
(Sent  the  market  too  low  to  convert  into  gin,) 
We  have  builded  the  lovliest  fire  ever  known 
To  chase  away  chills  and  recover  our  tone. 

Now,  coal  famines  planned ! 

Wood — short  on  demand 

And  no  gas  at  hand, — 

Oh,  how  many  are  cold !  since  monopolies  won ; 
Some  body  was  colder ! 

Grew  feeble  or  older; 

Leave  it  to  moulder,- 

While  the  Soul  finds  its  part  with  Immortal  ONE; 
And  our  hearts  tell  us,  we  are  a  part  of  each  one. 


AJPART  OF  ONE  109 

Oh,  dear!  how  we've  hated  unruly  equations! 
Such  queer  transpositions,  we  sought  for  evasions ; 
Where  fasting  and  stuffing  are  contrary  factors — 
We  can't  equalize  them  with  our  present  actors; 
There's  the  physical,  pychical,  moral  and  mind, — 
What  a  jumble  of  terms  for  proportion  alligned: 
Who  copies  the  statements  of  Teacher  revered, 
Finds  the  first  unknown  quantity — X — has  appeared; 
Simple  cross,  'twas  ordained  a  most  wonderful  key! 
Will  the  problem  unlock  with  quotients  for  thee; — 
So  divinely  to  live — all  unknown  to  obtain ! 
Through  "The  Spirit"  that— X—Y— and  Z—  to  attain. 

How  many  the  measures ! 

Clogged  by  the  treasures, 

Or  innocent  pleasures 

Of  the  Children  with  appetites,  come  on  the  run: 
Their  world — a  playground, — 

Going  longest  "way"  round, 

Reach  Home  with  re-bound: 
Never  think  of  the  hunger  and  cravings  of  one 
In  the  bosom  'prisoned,  is  part  of  th'  Unseen  One. 

Ho,  ye  Lovers  of  Progress!  whatever  your  zeal 
There's  a  bright,  shining  mark,  is  worthy  your  steel ; 
When  the  great  Hydra-headed  has  taken  last  stand 
Meeting  "bones  of  the  valley"  will  rise  in  our  land : — 
When  the  curse  of  intemperance  mocks  us  no  more, 
With  its  untold  suffering  and  crimes  at  our  door: 
When  th'  rights  of  the  citizen,  Nation  and  state 
No  more  shall  bow  down  to  hard-money  Magnate: — 
When  Genius,  inventive,  safe-guards  every  where 


110  THE  MANTLE  OP  MOTHER 

With  wiser  provisions,  precautions  and  care: — 
In  the  grand  "Equilibrium,"  lo !  we  behold 
That  "an  infant  of  Days,  dies  a  hundred  years  old." 

No  sickness  to  vex ! 

No  horrible  wrecks! 

No  other  index — 

Of  the  miseries  here,  have  the  mortal  undone: 
Long  Life  will  be  ours; — 

Through  jasmine  bowers, 

Making  love  with  the  flowers, 
We  shall  journey  along,  taking  lessons  of  One; 
And  we'll  all  be  Conscious  Parts  of  that  ONE — sweet  one. 


THE  MANTLE  OF  MOTHER. 


Most  holy  the  hour  of  Mother-hood's  dawn, 
When  the  innocent  maiden  has  left  the  lawn 

And  her  blithe  companions,  intent  to  gather — 
From  the  altar — Hymenial,  sweet  grapes  to  press 
Yield  "Elixir  of  Life"  and  its  blessedness; — 

While  she  turns  in  trust  to  her  Heavenly  Father. 

Who  sheds  o'er  the  House-hold,  His  halo  round, 
With  two  hearts  in  faith  and  gentleness  bound 

Are  recounting  their  "gifts"  in  the  cloudy  weather; 
Do  the  years  gliding  on,  with  the  mid-night  oil 


THE  MANTLE  OF  MOTHER  111 

That  burns  for  the  treasures  increased  their  toil, — 

Ere  disclose  the  dear  Hand  lightened  burdens  for  mother? 

Can  she  offer  them  up  to  the  shadows  and  crosses, 
Those  agonized  doubts  and  stinging  losses? 

Though  joy  waiteth  each  in  the  home  of  another. 
There  is  no  one  can  tell  the  depth  of  smarting 
Is   hers   for   the  tender  ones — at   parting; 

No,  never  a  one  understands,  but  a  mother. 

To  be  hidden  from  eyes  must  hopefully  look 
Adown  the  dim  future  where  loving  forsook, 

Would  leave  but  the  "smoking  flax"  to  smother; 
Or  a  withered  rose  with  its  odors  gone — 
Shows  the  spirit  of  youth  went  out  and  on, 

In  search  of  a  Love  is  more  like  mother's. 

As  the  last  ties  that  bind  together,  are  sundered — 
How  many  the  pangs  for  self  are  numbered? 

Sweeps  soul  from  its  moorings,  if  there's  no  other 
And  sweeter  ministry  comes  with  the  day, 
Bringing  labor  to  smooth  bitter  thoughts  away; 

For  some  day  they'll  know  all  it  means  to  be  mother. 

Unless  it  perchance,  be  their  province  to  wield 
The  mace  of  stern  fortune  a  sister  to  shield, — 

Who  then  is  so  thankful  God  gave  her  a  brother ; 
And  the  way  he  fulfills  these  first  duties  given 
Is  the  seal  for  those  later,  win  Port  of  Heaven ; — 

Because,  he  learned  here,  the  worth  of  a  mother. 


112  THANKSGIVINGS  GONE  BY 


THANKSGIVINGS  GONE  BY. 


Oh!  how  many  this  day  know  for  what  to  pray? 
How  many  the  thoughts  turning  upward  will  say 
"May  Thy  will  be  done,"  ere  the  vanishing  sun 
In  his  bed  of  rose  sunk  with  the  gray  has  spun — 
Threads  are  not  golden,  sees  a  wish  with-holden; 
These  no  longer  thankful  for  favors  olden: 
Nor  remember  the  meals  where  His  bounties  meet 
Are  productive  of  thorns  for  the  tender  feet. 

Some  are  thankful  this  day  finds  them  far  away 
From  a  wintry  clime, — where  the  children  can  play 
In  the  breeze  never  dooms  with  the  orange  blooms; 
Others  sad  that  their  hopes  found  early  tombs. 
Some  can  thankfully  ride,  apparelled  in  pride 
With  equipage  that  mocks  the  way-farer  sighed  | 
For  the  joys  of  his  youth  which  memories  bring, 
And  his  thanksgivings  spent  with  a  royal  swing. 

One  thankful  to  day,  debts  are  out  of  the  way, 
More  coal  in  the  cellar  or  much  better  pay; 
One  unduly  thanks  has  deposits  in  banks, 
Have  they  opened  account  in  ledger  for  cranks? 
Would  abolish  wants,  would  extinguish  the  haunts, 
Where  the  green-eyed  monster  with  glee  avaunts ! 
One  is  always  thankful  she's  a  home  to  keep 
As  another  praised  God  had  no  cause  to  weep. 


THANKSGIVINGS  GONE  BY  113 

Many  thankful  are  willed  hours  happily  killed, 
Many  more  rejoicing  their  houses  well  rilled 
With  the  children  and  guest  sojourning  in  west — 
Met  the  contests  of  life  at  the  soul's  behest. 
Piling  dainties  with  bread  when  linen  is  spread, 
All  smiling  and  glad!  after  blessing  is  said 
Over  cranberry  sauce,  nuts,  puddings  and  tarts 
And  bouncing  big  turkey,  cost  mint  in  the  marts. 

Few  will  thankfully  wreathe  with  the  air  they  breathe ! 

The  reign  of  the  frost  king  proclaiming  beneath, 

A  petition  for  poor  on  the  lonely  moor — 

Of  a  civilized  people  their  rights  abjure; 

Where  standard  of  man  is  too  high  for  their  clan ! 

Find  most  institutions  are  certainly  ban 

To  enjoyments  they  covet,  make  fine  display, — 

Never  taste  of  a  turkey  on  thanksgiving  day. 

Sure  they  would  believe  could  they  daily  receive 
Goods  are  common  to  wealthy  must  this  day  grieve — 
For  their  pet  was  not  spared,  having  richer  fared 
His  mercies  forget,  doubt  Providence  cared. 
"Looking  unto  Him"  others  wisely  do  trim 
Their  expenses  to  suit  the  purses  more  slim, 
Thankful  they  need  not  own  their  dinner  had  loan 
Of  a  turkey  half  dressed  made  the  butcher  groan! 

Those  two  dollars  saved  by  a  custom  was  braved 
Would  buy  little  Blanchie  red  bonnet  she  craved ; 
Who  charmingly  sings,  loving  all  pretty  things ! 
Is  at  Sunday  school  budding  her  fairy  wings. 
Will  a  surplus  in  lap  furnish  each  a  fur  cap? 
Our  statesman  who  ruleth  no  city  on  map! 


114  THANKSGIVINGS  GONE  BY 

And  music  professor  who  hears  in  the  school 
Just  why  is  Thanksgiving  a  holiday  rule. 

Might  with  elders  inquire !  why  modest  desire 
Must  be  nipped  at  the  root  for  a  paltry  hire, — 
Whose  assets  never  great,  rise  to  educate! 
Up  "Hill  Difficulty"  toil  early  and  late : 
Who  are  thankful  for  work,  their  post  will  not  shirk! 
Know  America,  young,  must  wrestle  with  Turk; 
Will  the  over-crammed  heads  for  the  honor  try? 
Shall  responsible  hands  hold  our  banners  high  ? 

Is  our  system  the  best?    Shall  a  practical  test 
Prove  efficiency  on  fair  freedom's  crest? 
Have  no  "bureau"  as  yet, — none  in  Cabinet — 
"Pure  food"  are  promoting  for  technics  of  Chet. 
Busy!  straining  maple,  an  eastern  staple 
With  glucose  admixture  does  for  the  table — 
Of  the  corn-growing  states,  where  industry  lies 
Prone  at  feet  of  "Boaz"  and  thankful  for  pies. 

There  a  gleaner  is  Ruth!    thereon  hangs  a  truth 

With  mists  as  a  veil  hiding  features  uncouth : 

Should  a  touch  of  the  rude  her  sanctum  intrude! 

Chagrined  we  discover  our  idol  is  wood. 

Would  ye  bow  at  its  shrine  ?    Such  may  not  be  thine ! 

For  meek  He  hath  pity,  lets  arrogance  shine. 

Will  worship  of  "mammon"  flood  our  nation  in  tears? 

And  for  what  will  we  thank  in"a  hundred  years?" 

Even  now  must  the  alms  open  generous  palms : 

That  once  in  a  twelve-month  there  floweth  the  psalms 

Of  thanksgiving  from  lips,  on  regular  trips 


THE  EARTHQUAKE  SERIES  115 

Cry  sensational  news,  disaster  to  ships; 

Ere  another  week  old,  pinched  with  hunger  and  cold! 

World  at  their  elbows  tighter  clutching  its  gold. 

if  folds  of  the  flag  get  too  scanty  for  cheers — 

Oh !  why  should  it  wave  all  that  "thousand  years"  ? 

Soon  will  old  "Father  Time"  catch  the  fever  and  rhyme ! — 
Faster  hasten  along  to  the  shrill  treble  chime 
Of  spheres  that  are  calling,  wonders  appalling! 
Republics  arising  with  empires  falling; — 
With  his  auto  lead  trains,  hitch  wind  and  the  rains 
To  the  conquerors'  car  that  progress  contains ; 
Shout  huzzas  for  thanksgivings  when  masses  regard 
With  favor  that  Turkey  mopes  in  our  "back  yard." 


THE  EARTHQUAKE  SERIES. 


The  San  Francisco  Panic. 

By  the  sea  encompassed  and  th'  silvery  Bay — 

All  helpless  and  hushed,  on  the  headlands  she  lay 

While  the  stars  grew  wan  with  advancing  day. 

Making  picture  to  sadden  more  serious  heart, 

For  the  gay,  scarlet  robe  that  bespoke  her  part 

Was  kith  and  full  kin  to  the  money  mart. 

Did  the  first  faint  tinge  of  the  dawning  dismay, 

Hint  of  retribution  when  virtue's  astray, 

To  those  early  risen  seen  passing  that  way  ? 


116  THE  EARTHQUAKE  SERIES 

How  had  honest  toil's  hurried  footstep  along 
Other  echoes  awaked,  than  jocular  song — 
The  guilty  pursued;  while  he  wot  of  no  wrong. 
Who  was  stirring  abroad  at  unseemly  hour? 
Thro'  the  shadows  would  peer,  invoking  the  pow'r 
Of  a  Coroner's  inquest  to  visit  this  bower : 
Where  the  roses  blush  redder  for  Eve  that  died, 
Easter  lilies  wax  taller  with  stilted  pride, 
E'en  the  lemon  petals  and  jassamine  hide  — 
Their  innocent  heads  under  cover  of  night  ! 
That  the  boon  companion  of  creature  so  bright, 
Had  shameless  deserted,  nor  either  contrite. 
No  recourse  in  her  woe!  Unconscious  in  death 
Save  heroic  aid    fan  her  fast  fleeting  breath, 
Was  our  sister  City — fallen  bride  of  Macbeth. 
Beautiful  in  repose  yet  her  sins  unmasked ! 
Cried  aloud  for  the  purging  that  Jonah  asked ; 
For  that  water  cure  Noah  braver  tasked, 
Or  the  swift,  shining  blade  with  decisive  blow 
Separates  the  soul  from  those  things  cannot  know : 
That  congested,  may  "blood  to  the  bridles"  flow. 
Where  the  council  was  held,  otherwise  decreed, — 
Our  grey-hounds  of  war  hath  been  staying  indeed, 
Few  pulpits  discourse  in  the  Martian  creed. 
Should  the  lava  bed  be  her  last  resting  place? 
Had  her  spirit  departed,  was  born  to  grace? 
Should  the  pall  o'erspread  silent  'Frisco's  face? 
Was  it  opium  sealed  as  for  one  last  sleep ! 
May  she  buried  be  in  the  briny,  blue  deep? 
No ! — not  while  the  hidden  forces  may  keep 
The  key  for  unlocking  that  lethargic  brain, 


THE  EARTHQUAKE  SERIES  117 

Though  tremendous  effects  follow  in  its  train  i 

This  day  spareth  her  from  the  Ocean's  main. 

The  crisis  is  reached ; — watch  the  minist'ring  hands 

Of  the  firm  Physician,  with  remedy  stands, 

Thro'  all  nature  smiles    in  His  soft  summer-lands. 

Hypodermic  will  tell — if  she  liveth  to  fear 

The  earthquake  results  from  this  measure  severe, 

Like  electric  shock  fills  her  system  near. 

She  shivers  and  struggles ! — She  clutches  the  air ! 

Why !  her  universe  seems  to  be  tumbling  there, 

When  she  thought  she  was  climbing  "the  golden  stair." 

Oh!  the  rumbling!  the  shakes,  brought  those  castles  down 

Built  in  fantastic  dreams  of  fair  Frisco  town; 

Will  she  ever  forget,  that  menacing  frown, 

That  gaseous  sky  and  a  blood-red  sun? 

Had  the  comet's  impact  dreadful  mischief  done? 

Had  combustion  set  in,  and  astronomy  won? 

Thrice  smitten  in  conclave  the  elements  close, 

Will  her  frame  dissolve  in  those  terrible  throes? 

Reeling,  each  time  felt  that  the  earth  arose. 

Given  season  of  peace, — people  flitting  by 

Have  appearance  grotesque  as  they're  forced  to  fly 

In  queer  dishabille,  if  they  would  not  die. 

See,  the  ruins  that  mock  her  disordered  brains !  — 

Dangling  telephone  wires! — bursting  water  mains 

Are  deluging  streets,  but  no  fire  restrains 

So  rapidly  grows.     Might  a  merciful  shower! 

Send  its  cooling  drops  on  the  pinioned  who  cower 

And  quiver  with  pain  in  the  burning  tower, 

There  be  eager  hands  and  strong,  willing  feet 

Of  the  rescuers  ready  their  needs  to  meet; 


118  THE  EARTHQUAKE  SERIES 

Vital  spark  of  life  to  preserve,  is  most  sweet 

When  the  tortures  of  death  no  moment  allows, 

To  clean  up  the  record  of  changeable  vows. 

Sublime !  must  be  courage,  no  circumstance  cows ! 

Ah !  this  is  experience  testing  our  faith ! 

Born  of  weakness  is  human,  Diviner  wraith — 

Manifests   for  the  good,  no  evil  slayeth; 

Who  are  these,  come  forth  in  the  thickest  of  fray 

Left  in  danger  their  own,  neither  far  away, 

To  battle  with  giants,  disputing  their  sway? 

Shall  their  city  be  saved  ere    destroyer  stalks 

The  length  and  the  breadth  of  magnificent  walks? 

More  relentless  than  earthquake  one  enemy  balks. 

Hark!  the  Mills  of  the  Gods  are  grinding  again! 

They  rock  her  foundations  from  cavern  to  glen! 

No  safety  remains  in  the  dwellings  of  men. 

Wrenched  her  steel-girded  blocks, — vain  toil  to  repair !- 

Rent  in  twain  those  structures,  majestic  and  fair! — 

Has  Heaven  no  Ear  for  her  frenzied  prayer? 

As  quake  after  quake  make  the  wreckage  complete, 

The  yawning  seams  in  her  thoroughfares  greet 

These  multitudes,  fled  in  their  winding  sheet; 

Intermission  was  brief,  successively  came 

Vibrations  that  shook  with  vehemence,  the  same 

As  Lisbon  was  taught  with  the  tigers  aflame. 

Here  dreadful  catastrophe! — triple  has  been!- 

Saw  Mission  and  Market  streets  dancing-careen! 

Yonder  mass  of  charred  rubbish,  mansions  were  seen; 

With  the  din  of  confusion, — dynamite  booms ! 

To  explosion  add  terror  of  the  falling  tombs 

That  luridly  glare  with  the  monument  looms . 


THE  EARTHQUAKE  SERIES  119 

All  business  suspended  ! — ambition  laid  low ! — 

Insignificant  now  those  values  below 

Which  hamper  the  refugees  whither  they  go; 

To  the  suburbs,  the  hills,  to  the  parks  they  surged, 

Madder  haste  marking  flight  than  if  demon  urged 

Their  immediate  presence  to  paths  converged: 

Rushed  hither,  and  thither,  from  region  accursed 

Leaving  treasures  behind  by  the  blaze  disbursed, 

Snatching  only  most  prized,  for  escape  is  first. 

No  glance  in  the  mirror  at  faultless  attire, 

When  fashions  and  fortunes  in  smoke  went  higher ! 

What  a  sacrifice  this  to  potencies  dire; 

Formalities,  customs!  are  thrown  to  the  shades, 

Ev'ry  despot  unbends  to  the  lord  of  "trades"; 

Cream  of  highest  degree  to  the  least  degrades. 

With  emergency  clause  tacked  to  civic  bill 

As  they  rail-roaded  thro'  the  popular  will, 

No  respecter  of  rank  might  the  hungry  fill. 

Such  order  in  chaos  astonishes  quite ! — 

Where  relief  committees  were  not  out  of  sight, 

The  thirsty  might  drink  whether  colored  or  white. 

Did  the  snaky  eyes  of  the  grafter  intrude? 

Was  brotherly  love  trampled  down  by  the  rude? 

'In  the  struggle  revived  for  raiment  and  food. 

Was  indigence  there  more  apparent  than  thrift? 

Has  account  its  chapters  too  sickening  to  sift? 

Was  disposal  the  best  of  Charities'  gift? 

There's  many  a  homily  hangs  on  this  tale! 

For  its  tragical  side  better  pens  may  fail, — 

Than  is  mine,  doth  a  mystery  dare  unveil. 


120  RETROSPECT 


RETROSPECT. 


How  our  sympathies  flow  in  that  channel  broad, 
Cleaves  the  Heart  of  a  Country,  forgetting  GOD 
For  the  symbol  man  raised  where  the  serpent  gnawed; 
Reared  aloft  for  our  worship,  that  standard  bore 
The  sinuous  coils  crept  from  coinage  odd  store, 
After  gold  was  discovered  on  th'  western  shore. 
This  cure  for  all  bites,  California's  strand 
Washes  up  on  our  way  to  historical  land, 
Will  your  cricuit  complete  to  the  cradle  planned, 
Which  was  riddled  and  rocked  by  the  mighty  force 
Sweeps  the  Halls  of  learning  and  village  in  course, 
When  the  sack  gets  a  shaking  from  seismic  source. — 
Broke  the  Aryan  branch  from  the  Bactrian  root, 
Planted  progress  and  push ;  wherever  he  put 
His  marvelous  ''mark''  comes  a  genius  in  soot. 
Of  his  energy  gave  to  Danish  Canute, 
Held  the  fort  and  frontier,  till  the  shrill  salute 
Of  the  "little  horn"  blew  with  bible  repute ; 
Gained  favor  and  field  for  religion  to  reign 
When  Harold  the  Saxon  at  Hastings  was  slain, 
Did  a  curtain  ring  down,  ne'er  to  rise  again ! 
Seeking  power  and  pelf  men  fought  for  a  place 
With  William  the  First,  sought  expansion  and  space; 
Reared  a  rival  for  Rome  and  a  dominant  race. 
On  old  Briton  stock  they  were  grafted  to  stay 
Saw  the  Druid  and  Odin  go  down  to  decay; 


RETROSPECT  121 

Civilizing  with  weapons! — teaching  to  pray! 

Extremes  and  extremists,  when  soil  they  possessed 

There  conquered  and  conquerors, — onward  they  pressed ! — 

Subdued  the  wild  forest,  sunk  th'  "Armadas'  "  crest ! 

O'er  the  stormy  Atlantic  sent  noblest  streams 

In  the  New  World  to  found  more  fabuolous  dreams, 

With  the  masterly  minds  of  this  mould  she  teems : — 

Left  to  generous  blend,  San  Francisco's  fate, 

The  Mayor  produced  wiped  saloon  from  the  slate; 

All  hail !  the  Metropolis ! — leading  her  state. 

Justifiable  then  in  the  tumult  ensued, 

Was  this  exposition  of  morals,   include 

Preservation  of  life  from  the  dangers  brewed; 

For  that  grand  object  lesson  whom  do  we  owe? 

Remembered! — how  long! — in  the  solemn,  dumb  show — 

Conflagration  that   earthquakes,  and  panics  sow. 

Straight  from  ashes,  she  springs,  resolve    in  her  eye ! 

From  her  heaps  of  debris  flings  a  banner  high ! — 

Bearing  globe  on  his  shoulder,  proud  Atlas  nigh; 

There  river  and  ranch,  ore  and  orchard  combines 

To  center  our  capital,  commerce  alligns. 

In  the  City  of  tents  shows  promising  signs. 

Unshorn  of  her  greatness  by  foes  that  alarm, 

Drawn  closer  in  ties  are  Humanity's  charm, — 

Renewed,  pays  a  tribute  to  th'  National  arm. 

Will  we  profit  by  warning,  by  message  or  rhyme, — 

By  experiment  proved  the  source  of  all  crime?* 

Will  she  thank  th'  Creator's  extension  of  time? 

*A  City  Without  Crime.— The  "San  Francisco  Chronicle"  of  May 
nth,  1906,  points  out  the  salutary  effect  of  closing  the  saloons.  .  .  . 


122  THE  AFTER-MATH 


THE  AFTER-MATH. 


Most  remarkable  then  was  the  absence  of  rum ! 

In  the  earthquake  panic  loosed  cords  of  the  dumb, — 

Broke  the  fetters  that  sickness  had  forged  for  some; 

Scarce  balanced  by  thousands  who  answered  that  call 

Of  a  pressing  summons  to  th'  Judgment  Hall, 

Which  the  quick  and  the  dead  alike  befall. 

That  common-sense  once  in  the  saddle  rode 

Wore  the  ermine  and  in  the  official  strode, 

Closing  doors  of  infernal  regime  hath  showed: 

That  "love  of  the  neighbor"  the  world  will  draw, 

Human  rights  will  adjust  without  any  flaw 

When  that  "old  serpent"  's    bound  by  martial  law, 

In  "the  bottomless  pit"  for  a  "thousand  years"! 

Having  chain  to  bind,  lo!  the  Angel  appears! 

Over  license  and  greed  Christ's  standard  rears. 

In  the  name  of  Republican  Liberty,  rise ! 

Thou,  Metropolis !  blest  with  changing  skies, 

Lay  hold  on  the  dragon ! — in  your  court-yard  lies ; 

Conceal  him  no  longer  in  stale  statute  book! 

Set  your  heel  on  his  head  in  palace  and  rook! 

Heal  the  martyred  hearts,  the  besotted  forsook; 

Hearken  never  at  all  to  his  specious  plea, 

That  his  mate  is  a  creature  more  vile  than  he : 

Will  filch  the  last  crumb  from  child  at  the  knee, 

Sells  the  one  tiny  relic  fitted  feet  grown  cold, 

Pawns  a  cherished  piano  when  honeymoon's  old ; 

Makes  the  soul,  abandoned  to  sin,  more  bold. 


THE  AFTER-MATH  123 

Like  the  lightning  will  flash  his  fierce,  forked  tongue 

Into  Maderia,  meekly  nestles  among 

The  tall  branching  oak  with  attractions  hung. 

Let  him  no  more  infest  your  great  commonweal, 

Till  the  soldiers  must  summary  justice  deal ; 

Poor  'Frisco! — be  wise! — ere  the  clarion  peal 

Of  the  century  coming  seats  Coroner  dread, 

Finds  cause  for  the  sentence,  "depart !  ye  are  dead" 

Your  Labor  has  with  unbeliever  wed. 

In  the  arms  of  false  lovers,  flatter  and  fawn, 

Has  she  frittered  her  term  of  pardon,  is  gone ! 

Take  away  her  part  in  "Millennial  Dawn." 

Did  that  righteous  fan  in  its  sweep  leave  bare 

The  iniquitous  haunts  were  his  native  lair? 

Keeping  outskirts  of  decency  under  the  care 

Of  Divine  sent  His  messengers  fatal  eve, — 

On  April  eighteenth  went  gleaning  a  sheave 

Here  and  there  in  disaster  makes  nation  to  grieve. 

Made  the  mothers  rave  wildly  for  missing  ones 

Or  weep  unconsoled  for  their  wounded  sons, 

Drove  a  husband  insane  with  its  violence  stuns. 

Yet,  of  all  found  homeless  or  love-lorn  that  week! 

Could  one  entertain  mine  idea  or  seek 

Just  wrath  to  avert  from  our  battlements,  reek  ? 

Who  has  listed  to  seershave  forecasted  and  preached? — 

Not  as  Ninevah  heard  when  the  Lord  beseeched, 

But,  the  vermin  there  routed,  and  vinous  impeached. 

Were  it  better  that  day,  San  Francisco  passed 

Swiftly  out  of  the  lists  with  th'  living  who  blast 

Their  hopes  of  eternal,  with  wealth  they  have  massed? — 

With  the  seeds  of  dishonor  and  bitterness  sown, 


124  THE  AFTER-MATH 

For  the  "strangers  within  their  gates"  have  to  groan : 

Cursing  women  and  wine  for  their  manhood  flown? 

Better  then  swallowed  whole  by  the  angry  tides ! — 

Than  rudely  aroused  by  this  misery  bides 

Thro  long  weary  moons  for  these  regicides : 

Daily  crucify  Him,  ''Anointed,"  our  King, 

To  their  flesh-pots  and  idols  persistently  cling ! 

While  forgiving  He  still  did  no  verdict  bring. 

To  be  perfect,  no  way  have  they  yet  discerned? 

All  of  His  higher  laws  breaking  unconcerned 

To  continue !  content !  when  hath  wicked  turned 

From  darkness  to  light  and  the  nobler  deeds 

Are  implied  by  the  scriptural  string  of  beads  ? 

That  annunciation,  what  parish  e'er  heeds? 

Saith  Jesus,  "No  drunkard  shall  enter  the  Door 

Of  Life  Everlasting"  on  yon  bright  shore; 

By  the  hundreds  gone  down,  doth  it  grieve  you  sore? 

Can  three  thousand  four  hundred  such  dens  of  vice — 

Manufacture  their  victims,  while  men  and  mice 

As  blind  as  a  mole,  wink  at  Satan's  device? 

More  taxes! — more  blood-money! — license  to  kill! — 

To  defray  the  expenses  of  courts  must  fill 

Penitentiary  walls  with  products  of  still. 

"Oh !  why  will  ye  die ! "  when  no  pleasure  hath  God 

In  the  havoc  that  reigns,  where  the  voice  of  th'  clod 

Sings  the  praise  of  the  serpent  the  "wine-press"  trod. 


FULFILMENT  125 


FULFILLMENT. 


"There  Shall  Be  Earthquakes  in  Divers  Places." 

'Tis  beginning  of  sorrows;  why  not  agree! 

If  slighted  unseen,  gentle  Comforter  be, 

By  revelry,  riot,  infamous  decree, — 

Then  aloud  must  He  speak  ;     Omnipresence  assert ! 

Thro'  obedient  winds  and  warriors  that  girt 

His  terrestrial  pigmies — are  made  of  dirt ; 

Independent,  this  globe  of  its  MAKER  hurled 

It  forth  from  the  CENTER,  developing  world  !— 

Fearful  fires  underneath  fruitful  waters  whirled. 

Slink  abashed  to  your  caves,  ye  brawlers  found  birth ! 

But  a  gateway  of  Life  to  avaunt  your  worth, 

Would  divorce  from  His  children  the  God  of  Earth. 

Say  ye  "Jove's  thunderbolts,  mere  playthings  of  fate, 

As  remorseless  as  blind,  Wisdom  ne'er  adequate, — 

Are  but  nature's  reserve,  neither  Love  nor  hate?" 

When  gave  He  to  chance  these  glorious  spheres? 

Boast  ye,  destiny  our  counts  a  million  years ! 

Fie ! — return  to  your  tents ! — for  the  Stone  Age  nears. 

In  their  day  despised,  did  the  prophets  of  old 

Declare  of  stern  Justice,  in  Juggernaut  rolled 

Straight  over  the  nations  that  deified  gold ; 

To  the  four  winds  scattered  the  Scythian  herd, 

Sent  forth  the  wild  Tartar  and  stealthy  Kurd 

To  descend  on  the  peoples  disdaining  His  word ; 

Turned  loose  on  the  trail,  to  scour  every  plain 


126  FULFILMENT 

Brutal,  hated  Hun,  bent  on  rapine  and  gain, — 
Meaning  pagan  depraved,  should  listen  again. 
Thus,  aimlessly  roaming,  Cain  slew  his  brother — 
Till  Omniscience  above  saw  that  some  other 
Influence  must  work  their  salvation,  or  smother 
In  a  strang  cataclysm ; — left  Sodom  a  lake, 
Sealed  Pompeii  atween  molten  rocks  in  its  wake ; 
Put  an  end  to  their  world  for  the  Son  of  Man's  sake. 
Almost  Rome  had  fallen  to  Hannibal's  band 
Ere  the  legions  beat  back, — gave  Alaric  the  land 
Where  Vandal  and  Gaul  took  an  earlier  stand. 
Through  the  Goth  passed  dominion  to  Gentile  and  thee ! 
Vain  product  of  missions !  broad-casted  and  free 
With  His  rod  was  intrusted,  oh!  "isles  of  the  sea;  " 
And  how  have  ye  used  it,  to  cripple  His  own? 
Proud  oppressors!  who  wrestle,  usurping  that  throne 
That  "the  kingdom  comes  nigh"  oh !  must  ye  be  shown  ? 
More  Christian  than  they  held  its  pennants  aloft 
Were  barbarian  host.    Says  th'  book  of  Bancroft 
Seven  times  riseth  Rome  o'er  the  Tiber  troughed, 
In  sack-cloth  and  ashes  learned  lessons  at  "cost." 
May  the  Logos  restore  early  literature  lost  ? 
May  His  altars  be  cleansed  ere  the  "lump"    be  tossed 
Into  that  empty  Void  whence  no  Ray  is  sent? 
Sure  Manasseh  and  Ephraim  have  much  to  repent! 
Rich  shekels  to  offer  for  talents  were  lent. 
Now,  rail  with  contempt ! — you,  who  matter,  enthrone, 
Scout  the  marvelous  thing  by  minerals  shown: 
In  seismic  disturbance,  how  near  is  the  "Stone" ! 
We  can  read  as  we  run  what  the  scientist  learned 
By  much  application,  of  the  atoms  churned 


FULFILMENT  127 

To  incarnate  Terrene  when  the  Lunar  burned ; 

Her  moisture  dried  up,  into  nebulous  mist 

Was  resolved  those  constituents,  must  persist, 

Where  man  is  to  function  or  even  exist. 

For  strict  confirmation  use  the  telescope, 

Lock  at  craters  extinct  on  that  envelope! 

And  imagine  Creator  leaving  apes  to  cope 

With  energy  restless  and  ruthless  would  slay 

Those  formative  thoughts  ere  finished  His  way!  — 

To  magnify  Him  at  the  close  of  the  Day. 

When  the  ground  like  an  oven's  intensest  heat 

Twisted  guerdons  of  commerce  in  'Frisco's  street, 

For  the  signs  of  Christ's  Coming,  didst  watch?— discreet! 

Nay  !  End  is  not  yet ! — periodical  change — 

Former  crust  doubled  up  into  mountain  range, 

Buried  forests  of  fern  in  the  Glacial  Age. 

From  the  deep  comes  the  monster  with  awful  maw ! 

In  his  slimy  embrace  will  engulf  or  saw 

The  corpulent  creature  defying  his  claw : 

Oh!  give  him  sea  room,  from  Ocean  to  Ocean! 

Lest  he  lasheth  to  foam  in  sore  commotion ! 

O'er  Peninsula  prowling  for  prey  and  portion. — 

Late  from  bowels  of  Aer  came  the  warring  sound 

Of  her  animals  caged;  upleaping  with  bound 

To  the  surface  for  breath, — in  the  belt  renowned. 

Fresh  air  they  must  have,  from  their  torpor  risen ! 

Each  volcanic  vent  huge  chimney  is  given ; 

Hail !  the  Lion  of  Judah !  tramps  with  eleven ! 

Noting  advent  of  each  shall  a  trumpet  blow ; 

One  solemn  beast  gave  Martinique  to  know 

Preparations  in  haste  for  those  move  slow ; — 


128  A  CHRISTMAS  IDYL 

Called  back  for  a  season !  His  servants  were  sealed, 
When  Formosa  was  rent  and  Hawaii  reeled 
With  the  volts  that  Vesuvius'  summit  peeled. 
More  quarrelsome, — panthers  preceded  the  pair 
Valparaiso  destroyed  on  the  Andes  stair, 
Spread  the  horror  that  laid  San  Francisco  bare. 
Seven  times  it  is  granted  to  "buy  and  sell" — 
Posterity  born  in  the  future  may  tell, 
How  the  Cities  built  over  the  crater — fell. 


A  CHRISTMAS  IDYL. 


'Twas  wisdom  of  old  saw  in  firmament  there 
The  new  Star  was  beaming  refulgent  with  ray, 
That  it  beckoned  and  led  where  Redeemer  lay ; 

Led  away  from  the  life  of  opulent  glare ! 

Over  recess  of  nature  stood  th'  Saviour's  sign, 
Their  King  would  in  secret  rule  human-Divine. 

For  Love  and  Good  Works  rising  late,  may  they  find 
Its  mysterious  light  crosses  desert   wild, 
Though  they  journey  alone  to  behold  this  child ; — 

My  steed  hath  borne  naught  to  the  earthly  can  bind ! 
No  possession  save  gifts  can  lay  at  His  feet, 
Consecrated  my  all  to  that  service  sweet. 


A   CHRISTMAS  IDYL  129 

Praising  Him  for  the  peace  and  good  will  is  nigh ! 

In  a  land  where  Christ  to  His  temple  hath  come 

To  reside  and  reclaim ;  reveal  unto  some :  — 
The  power  is  proceeding  from  GOD-HEAD  high, 

In  the  fullness  of  time  sendeth  forth  a  Son — 

Embodiment  living,  of  attribute  won. 

Does  the  holly  wreath  gracing  French  window  plate 
Signify  'tis  a  crown  for  the  Prince  who  came 
From  Deity's  Heart  ?    First  to  kindle  the  flame 

Would  be  "light  on  the  path"  for  follower  late. 
For  that  magic  torch  strikes  the  holiest  fire ! 
Long  my  soul  had  been  yearning  with  great  desire. 

Now  my  star,  though  dimmed,  rose  so  wondrously  fair, 

Mine  enraptured  gaze  little  else  could  perceive 

For  the  hope  of  the  vision  inspiring  Eve. 
But  before  we  can  enter  that  Presence  rare, 

Must  inquiry  be  made  of  shepherds  near  by — 

On  the  hill-side  sit  watching,  may  testify. 

Greater  things  hath  the  Lord  vouchsafed  to  their  eyes ! 

To  finer  perceptions  phenomena  bare ; 

Enthused  with  their  message  heard  angels  declare ! 
Instructing  the  way  and  the  proofs  will  surprise : 

That  to  them  heaven  granted  especial  test — 

Wrapped  in  swaddling  clothes  the  "Anointed"  should  rest. 

Realistic  that  scene  at  Judean  inn, 

When  I  question  in  joy  constellation,  sang 

Of  the  great  fulfillments  prophetical  rang ; — 
WTith  symbol  addressed  to  ^i/6-conscious  within 

As  a  present  guide  on  this  temporal  earth, — 

At  "first  resurrection"  has  literal  birth. 


130  A  CHRISTMAS  IDYL 

Was  there  such  a  strange  story  e'er  heard  of  before? 

Is  there  anything  new  ?    Saith  Solomon,  nay ! 

All  that  is,  hath  been,  what  was  then,  is  today 
His  Law  universal; — in  justice  deplore — 

These  sectarian  cults  do  boldly  refuse , 

Other  witness  than  written,  may  Spirit  choose. 

And  what  if  this  day  by  exaction  has  lost 
Its  place  in  the  calendar  Christmas  records? 
That  its  gay  celebration  and  rite  accords : 

No  better  with  character  genius  embossed 
In  pure  self-denial,  simplicity  lives, — 
Than  the  cold  catechism  a  Calvary  gives. 

At  His  "manger"  bowed  low  with  reverent  head 
Knelt  the  "trinity"  led  by  ardour  of  youth — 
The  celestial  would  see  for  the  sake  of  Truth ; 

In  His  features  saw  stamped  innocence  instead, — 
Of  acumen  acquires  through  intellect's  sway 
But  the  knowledge  that  puffs,  and  throne  of  a  day. 

Shone  with  goodness  and  grace,  no  lingering  stain 
Of  heredity's  curse  by  psychic  imprint; 
His  parentage  drawn  from  the  Infinite  Mint — 

Gave  inflexible  purpose  to  Him,  must  train 

For  "His  Hour"  when  Supreme  in  sinless  might, 
Would  our  God  of  Love  wear  the  mantle  of  night! 


THE  SIGNS  OF  THE  TIMES  131 


THE  SIGNS  OF  THE  TIMES. 


These  times  are  so  prescient  with  probable  change ! 
In  the  city  we're  struck  with  the  pageantries    range 
From  the  vile  and  infernal,  the  lovely  appalls, — 
To  decorum  and  piety  reigns  in  our  halls : 
Not  all  of  it  mockery!  reason  runs  high 
In  the  deep  surging  sea  of  .profanity  nigh, 
But, — the  livery  of  heaven  is  stolen,  they  say, 
To  deck  that  old  Moloch  of  money  today. 

Everywhere  'tis  the  same ! — in  th'  long  crowded  street 

No  perceptible  halt  except  at  his  feet ; 

In  business  transactions  how  painful  to  note ! 

The  world  wears  his  mark,  his  grip  at  its  throat. 

Under  seat  he  erects,  Rockefellers  now  hide, 

Should  it  next  take  to  quaking  where  will  they  abide  ? 

While  events  in  the  west  move,  Hunting-towns  say! 

Shall  a  stone  breaks  the  toes  of  that  "image,"  part  clay. 

As  you  walk  down  alone,  thro'  the  grand  thoroughfare, 

Watch  the  tangles  for  commerce  and  industry  there; 

And  treasure  it  well ! — if  you're  hearing  a  word 

Of  the  nobler  impulse  actuating  the  herd : 

See  their  leader,  cries  Apis  !*  through  the  China  shop  roves — 

What  a  smash-up  there'll  be  when  he  takes  to  the  groves ! 

*Thc  ancient  Phoenicians  show  the  head  of  "Apis"  on  the  house 
tops.  See  ancient  alphabets  in  "Webster's  Unabridged  Dictionary." 
The  author  unlearned  in  these  things,  gets  the  idea  by  "inspiration." — 
Ed. 


132  THE  SIGNS  OF  THE  TIMES 

While  he  calmly  lies  down  on  the  house-tops  so  good, 
There's  a  fiat  for  them,  slaves  to  animal  food. 

Are  you  some  times  impressed  with  the  masks  going  by 
To  imagine  the  thoughts  that  behind  them  may  lie  ? 
Are  you  wondering  too,  if  their  highest  concepts 
Will  release  them  from  worship  at  demi-god's  steps  ? 
Do  you  read  in  their  faces  "the  signs  of  the  times" ! 
Do  you  recognize  "wheels"  of  Ezekiel's  chimes? 
They're  all  rushing  by  in  an  automo'  race — 
After  gods  which  the  Pantheon  couldn't  replace. 

In  such  strenuous  times,  what  of  dignity  lost ! 
In  any  deed  simple,  no  honor  has  cost  ? 
Lets  the  feminine  world,  saner  judgment  record 
On  opinions  and  policies — once  abhored — 
Without  compromising  their  womanly  worth, 
Since  a  lady's  a  lady  all  over  the  earth. 
Do  housekeeper  majorities  glory  in  this 
Finer  test  of  a  character  not  remiss ! 

Though  the  stranger  arrives  from  conservative  east — 
Looks  askance  at  the  privilege  nations  leased — 
Oddly  censures  or  protests  with  shake  of  the  head ; 
Smiles  doubtful  derision  of  this  aforesaid. 
Quite  alive  to  advantage  their  interest  wired 
By  our  liberal  code  and  genius  inspired, 
They  adopt  without  murmur  the  bicycle  craze, 
Else  they  harness  their  hobby  no  houdah  delays. 

Great  distinction  we  gained  with  wealth  of  the  state, 
Wrote  "sixteen  to  one"  on  her  own  silver  plate, 
Where  the  woman  as  one,  finer  gold  represents 


THE  SIGNS  OF  THE  TIMES  183 

With  superior  morals,  influence,  and  sense: 
Brings  her  talents  to  school,  to  the  forum,  and  church 
"On  the  heights"  organizing  committees  to  search, — 
Must  the  home  sanctify,  legislative  degrees, 
Tender  lives  to  protect  and  our  true  liberties. 

But,  for  their  perpetuity,  stood  the  sixteen 
Brave  men  made  the  white  metal  balance  between, 
When  they  waged  a  fair  fight  'gainst  commodity  laws 
Would  our  standard  degrade  by  purchasing  ''clause." 
Did  some  certain  Assembly  prove  man  has  his  price? 
With  our  silver  reduced  to  mere  merchandise ! 
Did  that  lone  lady  Member,  Arapahoe  gave — 
Like  the  adamant  stand  against  bribery's  wave? 

Yes !  the  brightest  of  stars,  in  our  galaxy  shone 
Was  the  one  faced  the  lobby  that  we  must  dethrone; 
WTith  the  wine-glass  debauches  your  coterie  sent 
If  you  don't  vote  in  sisters  to  patch  up  the  rent; 
They  are  mistress  of  Needles  that  close  up  the  gaps, — 
Keep  machinery  buzzing  while  masculine  naps. 
If  the  women  select  her,  in  ethical  versed ! 
She'll  strengthen  minority,  needs  it  the  worst. 

On  behalf  of  "The  Times,"  let  attention  be  called 
To  the  work  she's  performed  where  she  is  installed ; 
When  a  Superintendent  of  Schools — is  ahead 
In  finance,  in  efficiency,  honor  has  led ; 
Not  a  single  male  applicant,  for  it  insists 
In  the  column  new  mint  has  prepared  for  the  twists: — 
Will  announce  to  the  nation  old  Moloch  was  wise 
When  he  figured  how  cotton  with  silver  would  rise. 


134  THE  SIGNS  OF  THE  TIMES 

Watch  the  antics  of  dealers  in  futures,  assured, 

Are  so  smart  in  "the  ring"  to  hardships  inured ; 

Knowing  all  of  the  quirks  of  that  new  silver  bill, 

Sent  the  government  out  on  a  hunt  that  is  still.* 

But  our  dear  Uncle  Sam  taking  guise  of  the  "bear" 

Doesn't  look  well  in  stripes  or  long,  populist  hair ; 

Could  you  think  he's  forgotten  what  " Sherman  law"  taught? 

No  backing  for  money  as  bullion  is  bought ! 

Silver  grains  in  the  dollar  our  standard  proclaimed, 
Should  agree  with  its  value  intrinsically  named; 
Now,  what  do  we  behold  ? — fluctuating  below 
Pure  fiat  makes  up  near  a  third,  for  the  show! 
Ah  !  who  pockets  the  difference  ? — are  you  aware 
There's  a  call  on  the  currency  climbing  the  stair? 
For  prosperous  country,  canals  a  success! 
Do  demand  honest  medium*, — Moloch  can't  dress. 

Just  beware  of  the  arts  he's  practicing  now ! 
Can't  the  "men  of  our  times"  remember  the  row 
Which  ensued  when  those  raids  on  the  treasury,  planned, 
Resulted  in  panics — bankrupting  the  land? 
And  the  later  crop  sown  by  dishonored  enchange 
Will  its  harvest  bear  soon  beats  the  Ninety-three  range ; 
How  much  longer  indeed,  will  the  people  endure! 
Ere  they  strike  for  "free  silver"  or  th'  fiat  insure? 

*Says  "The  Western  World" :  Under  date  of  Washington  August 
gth,  the  Associated  Press  carried  the  following  dispatch, — "For  the 
first  time  in  thirteen  years,  the  government  announced  today  its  pur 
pose  to  purchase  silver  for  coinage  purposes.  Tenders  are  invited  at 
the  office  of  Director  of  the  Mint  in  this  City,  the  isth  inst,  .  .  . 
and  every  day  thereafter  until  further  notice."  ...  It  is  under 
stood  that  anticipating  its  reappearance  as  a  purchaser  might  disturb 
the  market  unduly,  the  Treasury  has  obtained  control  of  considerable 
amount  (of  bullion)  for  future  delivery,  so  it  is  in  position  to  drop 
out  of  the  market  for  several  months,  if  desirable. — Author. 


THE  BACKBONE  OF  THE  CONTINENT  135 


THE  BACKBONE  OF  THE  CONTINENT. 


Oh!  could  I  behold  with  the  Poets'  dawn! 

When  chariots,  wheeling  in  Heaven,  were  drawn 

By  the  wonderful  Powers,  were  Plato's  delight, 

Were  his  gold-starried  steeds  lifted  curtain  of  night. 

To  see  with  his  vision ! — Immortals  arrayed 

In  the  tournament,  rode  and  th'  CENTER  surveyed  ;* 

If  they  lost  not  their  balance  in  dizzy  expanse 

Nor  failed  of  controlling  war-horses  and  lance. 

To  gaze  on  the  INFINITE !— SOURCE  of  all  Life  !— 

That  Splendor  Majestic!  the  Reason  of  strife! 

When  freed  from  the  flesh,  our  legitimate  aim, 

Thus  had  Socrates  teaching  rekindled  the  flame. 

First  martyr  for  Truth ! — by  the  spirit  was  led 

He  knew  as  the  dairnon  delivered  from  dead; 

To  the  hemlock  condemned  ! — did  his  courage  sustain  ? 

Does  his  car  lead  the  van  on  "Valhalla's"  plain  ? 

Has  he  looked  with  the  seers  of  illustrious  past? 
The  disciples  of  Hermes !  t — honored  at  last ; 
Harmonizing   philosophers,    birth   upon   birth — 
Have  they  looked  and  returned  for  a  handful  of  earth? 
Have  they  looked  on  the  Logos  clothed  with  the  Sun? — 
On  Wisdom ;  on  Justice ;  all  Glorious  One  ! 

*Center — astronomically  calculated  at  the  Pleiades  and  adjacent 
constellations. — The  Author. 

f  Observe  the  One-ness  of  this  word  Her-mes  with  that  MES-SI-AS 
which  was  to  come.  —Ed. 


136  THE  BACKBONE  OF  THE  CONTINENT 

And,  filled  with  that  LOVE,  sought  mortals  below, — 
To  assist  up  "the  heights"  and  light  to  bestow  ? 
May  the  strong  aid  the  weak  ?  In  the  race  behind, 
May  the  vanquished  a  fane  with  the  victors  find? 
May  they  open  the  page  of  geology  rent? 
And  explain  the  backbone  of  a  Continent : — 
That  arose  from  the  darkness,  a  creature  in  Time 
From  the  surf  elemental, — bedded  in  lime ; 
The  hour  having  struck  for  a  vertebrate  world 
Comprehending  the  needs  of  the  monads  furled. 

Long  Age !  did  it  seem,  that  she  poised  in  mid-air ! 

Uncertain  if  she  were  to  navigate  there; 

Quite  unable  to  think ! — too  feeble  to  stand — 

Would  she  sink  in  the  waves,  or  aggregate  land? 

So  tremulous  still ! — she  swayed  to  and  fro — 

Her  ponderous  bulk  submerging  below ; 

Half  crouching,  she  halted ! — no  confidence  gained 

Nor  stability  felt  where  the  waters  reigned. 

After  first  sensations  of  chill  atmosphere 

Called  away  from  the  Furnace  to  surface  sheer — 

Fierce,  incandescent  fogs  and  vapors  white, — 

Came  a  pleasanter  thrill,  provoking  the  flight 

Of  the  cuttle-fish,  porpoise,  sea-serpent  and  shark 

In   her  cavernous  quarters,  preferring  the   dark. 

Pouring  down  from  her  queer,  shaggy  sides  in  streams 

Was  the  aqueous  fluid  with  proteid  teems. 

But  many  the  mollusks  and  mussels  enmeshed 
In  the  tangled  sea-weeds  poor  prisoners  leashed, 
More  secrets  concealing  than  you  ever  guessed ! — 
Pre-empting  your  home  on  her  mountainous  crest; 


THE  BACKBONE  OF  CONTINENT  137 

Exactly  like  goose  pimples  covered  her  back 

When  the  temperature  left  epidermis  slack; 

Now  cooling! — now  warming! — alternate  the  change, 

Like  kaleidoscope  leaving  no  solid  range. 

Quite  impervious  yet  to  the  blinding  sleet 

And  the  scorching  influence  of  solar  heat, 

Was  incredulous  still  of  a  Purpose  wise 

And  resisted  the  energy,  bade  her  rise. 

There  silent,  insensitive,  did  the  old  Maid* 

Have  her  feelings  once  hurt  — by  the  winds  that  played 

And  roughly  disported  themselves  on  her  mane  ? 

Interfered  with  those  eyes,  that  ne'er  saw  plain; — 

Stretched  away  in  the  distance,  cramped  in  the  throes 

Of  a  force,  gave  no  action  nor  yet  repose ; 

In  the  struggle  absorbed  stirred  her  inner  parts 

Undecided — was  proof  against  "Cupid's"  darts. 

Thus,  blissfully  ignorant,  Time  went  its  round! 

Nor  informed  her  how  nude  was  her  pebbly  ground; 

That  she  had  grown  crusty,  was  looking  more  aged, — 

Till  the  truth  leaked  out  when  th'  terraphim  raged: 

Sent  a  spasm  through  marrow,  through  liver  and  lung 

As  he  brushed  off  the  curls  where  the  siren  sung; 

Said,  "You  shameless  old  thing,  why  don't  you  wake  up? 

Why  won't  you  look  up  ?    Haven't  you  had  "enup" 

Of  that  salty  sea  brine  and  the  stammering  tribes 

*Note  the  strange  mythical  account  of  the  Princess  Europa 
(Europe)  in  dream  beholds  two  continents  at  strife  over  her,  both  in 
the  form  of  women.  One  as  a  mother  (Asia)  having  nursed— claims 
her.  The  other  a  stranger,  declares  by  the  Will  of  Jupiter,  Europa  is 
destined  to  be  her  prize,  .  .  .  and  Europa  in  rapturous  longing  prays 
for  its  fulfillment.  .  .  .  This  tale  of  Jupiter's  love  for  mortals — all  un 
known  to  me  until  this  book  went  to  press. — Author. 


138  THE  BACKBONE  OF  THE^CONTINENT 

Have  made  you  the  butt  of  their  ill-favored  gibes." 
All  at  once  found  her  faculties  — grown  alert, 
Found  her  feminine  instinct  for  dress  expert. 

Disgusted  with  form, — awkward  outlines  betrayed 
By  the  simpering  glance  of  smart  Sol,  who  stayed 
A  whole  hour  longer  than  usual  that  Day, 
To  melt  off  the  icicles  fringing  her  Bay. 
His  modest  proposal — attentively  heard! 
Which  was  merely  to  clothe  her,  as  you've  inferred ; 
(No  ulterior  motive,  he  had, — I  am  sure) 
Only  she  must  be  pretty,  and  busy,  and  pure. 
Brighter  seasons  and  hopes  blest  the  New  Age  born, 
And  the  Earth  appeared  younger  that  gladsome  Morn 
Saw  their  vows  exchanged ;  and  the  store  unsealed 
Had  resided  in  sands,  by  no  means  revealed. 
Not  that  she  had  been  barren! — by  Ocean  swept 
Bringing  delicate  verdure  and  children  crept, — 
Disappeared  in  the  mist,  and  she  missed  them  not ! 
Nor  discovered  the  skies  were  a  smiling  spot. 

Never  noticed  their  tints  of  heavenly  blue, 
Watching  favorites  solely;  or  angry  grew 
When  the  timid  and  tender,  devoured  at  a  gulp, 
For  the  want  of  back-bone,  were  reduced  to  pulp 
By  monsters  voracious, — set  th'  vertebrae  fad 
Culminating  with  "courtier,  king  and  cad," 
And  she  scarcely  observed,  after  fits  came  on 
Many  humps  had  remained  with  the  hurting  gone. 
Why  she  strangely  had  given  small  heart  to  the  work 
Of  providing  them  sustenance,  sword  or  dirk, — 
The  sequel  will  show,  if  the  Book  doesn't  close 


THE  BACKBONE  OF  THE  CONTINENT  139 

Before  I  can  finish  this  record! — who  knows? 
When  the  Sun  had  prevailed,  on  his  Spouse,  to  try — 
With  pursuasive  tenderness,  kissing  her  eye, 
Saying  "center  your  thoughts,  the  Furies   confused, 
And  imagine  the  daintiest  costumes  used:" 

Earth  blushed  like  a  poppy ! — turned  paler,  then  green, — 

How  stingy  ! — and  partial !  mother  Nature  has  been ! — 

Would  not  hint  possibilities, — sights  discerned — 

On  the  shores  lie  Beyond; — of  affection  yearned, 

Now  attesting  the  friend  instructed  her  well ; 

Gave  devoted  examples,  until  she  fell. — 

It  must  have  been  prior,  that  third  Party  came — 

Engendered  the  trouble — producing  a  flame. 

Any  way  it  is  certain,  dame  Nature  bore  twins 

Christened  Water — and  Earth;  either  one  in  sins 

Like  the  Siamese  brothers,  haply  apprised 

To  be  wedded  is  only  to  be  despised. 

That's  the  first  intimation  we  have  received 

Why  the  sober  old  Maid  had  singular  grieved. 

Mark  the  *Sun  K-one,  and  the  Twins  number  two, 

Then  Air  made  the  trinityf  sages  once  knew. 

How  can  we  explore  where  it  happened  ?  She  wrought ! 
In  her  one  occupation  engaged,  was  sought — 
Crude  beginnings  to  hide  festooning  with  vines, 
Spreading  moss  on  the  stones, — knowing  no  designs ; 
But,  patterns  were  every  where  plenty,  it  seemed; 

"This  is  an  allusion  to  the  true  "Sin-a-i,  Sun-A-'I  to  Sun-A-one, 
referring  to  Al-c-y-one  the  largest  sun  of  the  Pleiades,  the  Physical 
and  Metaphysical  Center  of  the  Universe  or  COSMOS. — Ed. 

f  Here  is  a  recognition  of  the  principles  of  Earth — Water,,  Air  and 
Fire  of  ancient  Astrology;  the  Sun  representing  the  fire  of  the  Holy 
Spirit.— Ed. 


140  THE  BACKBONE  OP  THE  CONTINENT 

Ah !  she  suddenly  stopped !  grew  dizzy,  and  dreamed ! 
A  sunstroke? — no  doubt!  had  her  twin-sister  learned 
To  avoid  that  inordinate  passion — burned? 
The  wind  had,  in  motion,  enjoyably  soothed 
And  kept  her  asleep  while  he  craftily  smoothed, 
From  that  huge,  gristled  hulk,  the  incipient  slime 
As  she  slowly  pushed  upward  in  alien  clime. 
He  flattered  her  too,  but  alliance  disdained ; 
Not  a  syllable  offered  of  knowledge  attained! 
Condescended  no  word  of  the  Laws  were  framed — 
Generation  the  worst — and  severest  named. 

Ah !  had  Mater  then  known  what  the  ending  would  be  ? — 

Independent  no  more !  neither  happy  nor  free ; 

Yet,  had  she  not  warned  her,  informed  nor  advised 

The  consequence  lay  in  that  snare  improvised. 

If  a  diver  be  tempted,  what  chance  hath  the  pearls? 

Better  No-man's  embrace  till  the  spirit  unfurls;* 

In  the  toils  to  accomplish,  was  water  impressed! 

Their  dependence  on  air,  no  one  had  expressed; 

Non  agreement  with  this  third  person  in  suit — 

While  the  Sun  penetrating,  frees  each  tiny  root 

Germinating  cell-life,  climbs  upward  so  fair, 

Expands  with  his  rays !  drinks  humidity  there ! 

Smarting  yet,  at  th'  stings  for  encounter  with  knave, 

Did  the  soil  with  good  grace,  respond  to  the  wave 

Of  vibrating  ether,  led  captive  her  Soul?f 

"Be   fruitful,"   she   heard,  through  Eternities   roll. 

*The   Marriage   Supper  of  The  Lamb— Ed. 

fThe  Soul,  an  etheric  organism  linked  with  the  chemical  soil.  (The 
first  man — Adam,)  "a  little  lower  than  the  Angels" — on  the  plane  of 
generation.  — Ed. 


THE  BACKBONE  OF  THE  CONTINENT  141 

Bringing  forth  in  travail,  from  death  cannot  save — 

Sadly  thought  of  a  Will — oh,  might  weep  o'er  th'  grave ; 

Hitherto  was  creation  buoyant  with  hope ! 

Cycles  past — ere  the  promise  thro'  rare  Penelope; 

And  is  there  redemption  for  matter*   from  this! 

In  Mineral  youth  to  be  barren  was  bliss. 

No  misery  harrowed  her  vegetable  life — 

Furnished   conscious   delights ;   no   warring   was   rife. 

But  these  animal  forms ! — from   partnership   sprung ! 

Where  the  love,  beatific — which  Sappho  sung? 

To  rarify,  purify  poisonous  fumes  .  .  . 

Came  the  reeds  and  the  reptiles,  the  fronds  and  th'  plumes 

Robed  in  drapery  green,  all  matchless  the  dyes ! 

Borrowed  gold  of  the  Gods  and  azure  of  skies ; — 

In  orders  ascending  the  color  scheme   lent, 

Set  her  heart  palpitating,  their  ecstacy  sent. 
One  sure  consolation,  midst  all  of  these  woes : 
She  could  change  her  attire  when  capricious  she  chose, 
Taxed  her  full  ingenuity,  strength,  and  resource 
Had  been  largely  expended,   in  Miocene  course ; 
Over-lapped  by  the  Pliocene  principle,  tied — 
Sprung  the  marvelous  trap  in  her  sylvas  wide. 
Even  then  grew  the  vine,  often  since,  beguiled 
With  the  voice  of  the  tempter,  a  manacled  child. 
Such  extensive  domains  now  no-where  exist 
As  these  succulent,  towering  groves — she  wist 
Protection    afforded,  and  freedom  from  pain 
Could  it  witness  the  spirit  of  Manhood  reign. 

*"Yet  in  my  flesh  shall  I  see  God,"  says  patient  Job.  "This  mortal 
shall  put  on  immortality,  and  this  corruptible  put  on  incorruption," 
saith  Paul— "the  Initiate."— Ed. 


142  THE  BACKBONE  OF  THE  CONTINENT 

Too  early  for  this,  intervening  the  years — 

Must  be  busily  filled,  forgotten  the  sneers ! 

And  her  trembling  foundation  succeeded  a  term 

In  supporting  the  structure,  for  sake  of  the  "worm" 

High  enough,  had  she  risen,  with  boulders  fenced! 
What   damaging  currents  had    terror    dispensed 
In  the  Glaciers'  grip? — where  shaking  with  cold, 
Discouraged  she  sunk  to  the  fiery  Hold; 
For  a  period's  rest — there  black  as  the  coal 
Were  the  garments  she  donned ;  none  might  condole ! 
Distinctive   in   pigment   it  operates   oft 
To  distinguish  that  racial  default,  we  scoffed. 
Bemoaning  her  fate! — would  in  future  aspire 
Highest  Heaven    to  scale ; — while  playing  with  fire 
Caught  a  trick  of  the  genii  in  Genesis  wrote, 
For  that  further  experiment  made-a-note. 
Fixed  resolve  to  enlist  all  the  forces  known 
Wrould  cohesion  invite  from  zenith  to  zone, 
When  next  she  should  feel  that  internal  desire 
Would  with  energy  raise  her  whole  system  higher. 

Chained  fast  — those  interiors  waited  for  long 
In  the  punishment  meted  to  make  them  strong, 
While  the  weight  of  the  ice  floes  pressing  down  hard, 
Made  a  carbonate  mass  of  her  kingdoms  barred 
From  the  Light  of  the  World  and  the  breath  was  sweet 
In  the  nostrils  of  creatures  found  no  retreat. 
Great  forests  and  fossils  turned  anthracite  there 
Marked  a  union  of  Fire,  Earth — water,  and  Air: 
Many  miracles  planned,  by  museum  prized! 
Curiosities  caught  and  well  crystalized, 


THE  BACKBONE  OF  THE  CONTINENT  143 

With  wonders,  defy  all  description  of  mine 

In  the  work-shop  conducted  by  Love  Divine. 

Had  Nature  in  process,  charge  over  all, 

For  the  Good  that  should  thro'  generation  fall? 

For  a  race  that  should  find  expression  complete 

When  at  last  this  strange  Being  springs  to  her  feet; 

With  a  bound  that  surpasses  mind  to  conceive, 
With  tremendous  exertion  made  globe  to  heave, 
Shot  upward  with  dynamic  force  that  split 
Asunder  her  stratas,  her  products  of  pit. 
Now,  determined  to  reach  bolder  heights — from  whence 
She  could  look  with  a  proud  pre-eminence, 
A  challenge  could  fling  to  Olympian  Height 
And  an  oracle  hold  for  the  "beasts"  of  flight. 
How  many  the  trumps? — announcing  at  hand 
Some  decisive  event,  with  a  stern  demand 
On  the  armanent  locked  vast  portals  above- 
Where  th'  Glacial  flood  shut  out  sunshine  and  love. 
How  many  the  "thunders!"  reverberate  then! 
Was   it   Heaven's   artillery? — wakened   again 
Those  slumbering  sentinels  come  at  the  beck 
Of  resident  chemicals  holden  in  check : 

Employed  in  the  hot,  subterranean  caves 

By  the  Architect  laying  the  trellis-work  saves, — 

Was  the  broad  super-structure  then  reared  aloft, 

When  a  magnet  electrified  molecules  soft? 

How  many  the  "seals" ! — did  the  seventh  undone 

Usher  new  dispensation  for  Man  begun? 

Where  the  cryptograms*  given  Hierarchy  ensouls! 


*The  Hand-writing  of  God  in  the  natural  process  of  Evolution.— Ed. 


144  THE  BACKAONE  OF  THE  CONTINENT 

What  the  name  of  arch-angel !  their  message  unrolls. 
Oh!  the  grandeur  of  mighty  conception  in  view! 
Immense  spinal  column  and  skeleton  grew : 
Long-armed,  with  phalanges  and  coarse,  carpus  bones 
Hurling  back  the  ice-bergs  of  the  Northern  zones ; 
With  a  limb  stretching  south — Del  Fuego  set 
For  a  Horn  of  defiance  where  empires  met; 
Planted  toe  of  integrity — freedom  has   felt, 
Other  knee  doubled  up  neath  the  Amazon  belt. 

As  the  signs  long  ago  passed  the  Portugese  by 
So  with  progress  where  bones  of  the  Tarsus  lie; 
More  hopeful  conditions  and  character  built — 
Living,  loved  and  learned,  till  the  foreigners'  hilt 
Devastated  and  looted  Peruvian  pride, — 
Swept  the  Incas  away,  with  its  felonous  tide. 
No  farther,  their  past  than  the  future  we  trace 
Of  mysterious  Being  secured  a  place; 
Vaulted  high  in  the  clouds  with  convincing  mien! 
Would  old  Boreas  yield  to  the  rights  of  a  queen? 
Might  face  the  frost-king  with  forbiddance  to  hold 
Back  the  Arctic  excursions  and  Klondike  gold. 
Wearing  waist  line  small  near  the  Panama  hats 
Have  a  slight  simulation  to  Bengal  bats, 
And  the  dip  of  her  waist  is  so  stylishly  low 
Leaves  a  region  in  doubt,  has  effect !  you  know ! 

Thus  Central  America,  joined  to  old  Mex — 
Makes  additional  frontage,  we  may  annex, 
To  the  very  fine  figure  breaks  all  fashion  plates — 
For  the  ribs,  doesn't  lack,  form — United  States, 
Though  the  cut  of  the  shoulders,  "Cannada  weel" 


THE  BACKBONE  OF  THE  CONTINENT  145 

Proves  consumption  like  this  cannot  always  deal 

In  exorbitant  furs;  since  that  awful  attack 

Of  the  malady  follows  her  horrible  hack. 

The  head?  out  of  sight!  out  of  mind!  out  of  print  — 

Off  the  map !  out  of  question  till  you  take  the  hint, 

See  the  crowning  piece  of  creation  was  made 

A  Woman  indeed !  when  old  Adam  was  laid 

In  that  dreamless  sleep,  that  enabled  the  Lord 

One  rib  to  convert  into  counterpart  chord; 

Whereon  grander  harmonies  answer  His  touch 

When  they  are  redeemed  from  a  sordid  clutch. 

Now,  the  Ultimate  nears ! — it  flushes  the  Morn  ! 

It  lights  up  the  craigs,  stood  for  Ages  forlorn! — 

And  the  rib  was  imperfect — material  first 

Advances  four-squared  from  morals  the  worst; 

How !  brave  Colorado  laid  chief  corner  stone ! 

Graces  woman  with  laurel,  a  scepter  and  throne; 

Together  they  mount, — in  the  distance,  I  see 

Pythagorian  arts  shedding  glory  on  thee! 

Does  Adam,  the  quickened,  find  grateful   his  Eve? 

Ah !  yes,  she's  athirst,  from  God's  Fount    to  receive ; 

More  of  wisdom   acquire,  to  mitigate  sin, 

Spread  the  gospel  of  holiness,  cleanses  within. 

'Gainst  the  Day  of  His  Coming,  makes  mountains  to  weep 

Shakes  their  base  with  incline,  and  stirs  up  the  deep. 

— Uneasily,  now  !    mother  Land  changes  foot ! 

So  long,  at  the  fender,  has  rested  in  soot: 

Sent  sparks  through  the  chimney,  Vesuvius  loaned, — 
That  knee  getting  Chilli,  it  actually  groaned ; 
While  a  finger  tip  flung  to'ard  Pacific  to  cool 


146  WHEN  STREAMS  RUN  UP  HILL 

Felt  a  pang  -which  should  warn  of  dangerous  pool ; 

'Twill  belch  forth  its  gases,  in  volumes  of  tears 

Till  the  poor  ventilation  of  centuries  clears ! 

Will  this  section  be  spared?  bearing  record,  content! 

Safely  hugging  Backbone  of  the  Continent. 

Most  imposing!  there  looms  a  magnificent  pile 

Executed  in  granite;  speaking  the  style 

Of  its  beauty,  endurance,  statliness,  fame, 

That  wide  spreading  arch,  mammoth  pillars  can  name, 

In  its  Mineral  Hall  under  Capitol  dome 

Archeology  vies  with  the  precious  loam, — 

To  tell  the  same  story,  noble  Rockies  impart 

Canon  City  lies  close  to  the  creature's  Heart. 

Shall  the  heart  be  unmoved  when  the  Master  comes? 
Stagnated  with  flow  from  her  ventricle  slums! 
Is  the  sign-board  up,  points  our  utmost  desire? 
Shall  the  Soul  of  the  World  then  lift  her  higher ! 
Will  she  feel  an  impulse    to  scatter  the  herd 
Of  wise  barnacles  scorn  the  Judgment  deferred? 
Will  those  primeval  fires  for  Almighty  entreat 
With  one  of  the  Twelve  to  prepare  Him  a  seat  ! 


WHEN  STREAMS  RUN  UP 


When  will  our  Humanity  call  for  a  halt 

In  the  mad,  reckless  pace  which  is  nobody's  fault? 

With  every  nerve  strained  to  th'  tick  of  the  clock — 


WHEN  STREAMS  RUN  UP  HILL  147 

Yet  have  we  not  found  combination  lock, 

For  that  wily  old  serpent  is  always  "on  time" 

To  head  off  a  temperance  move  in  this  clime ; 

Oh !  for  concert  of  action,  devotion  to  Life ! 

With  a  pad-lock  and  chain  for  that  demon  of  strife. 

Is  it  idle  to  think,  to  pray,  to  exhort? 

Should  we  all  band  together  his  schemes  to  abort? 

In  vain  do  we  organize,  vainly  do  work! 

Where  the  willing  can't  vote  and  the  Churchman  shirk ; 

Having  millions  of  members,  are  resting  their  cause 

On  the  labor  and  business  world  making  our  laws ; 

Shall  the  people  awake  and  respond  with  a  will — 

When  our  rivers  and  streams  are  running  up  hill? 

Eurekae  'tis  done,  and  the  enemy's  ours ! 
Let  us  march  upon  Jericho  using  God's  powers; 
Irrigation  has  solved  the  problem  "out  west," 
There  plains  that  were  arid  yield  you  the  best; 
Like-wise  we  observe  in  Nature's  domain 
How  the  woodlands  are  clothed  in  verdure  again, 
As  the  sap  turning  downward  in  season's  decline, 
Springs  upward  to  meet  the  mellow  sunshine. 

As  its  blood  mounting  higher  brings  growth  to  th'  vine, 
So  the  soul  is  expanding — greets  Love  Divine, 
To  our  being  flows  from  the  Great  CENTRAL  Sun, 
To  quicken  His  germs  ere  the  race  be  run : 
Now  the  tree — generation,  felt  wintry  blast, 
Sent  downward  its  streams  for  a  seed-time  past ! 
Must  upward  direct  them  that  fig  leaves  may  grow 
For  the  "healing  of  nations"  from  death  below. 


148  SONG  OF  THE  RAPTURE 

This  lesson  our  Savior  strove  then  to  impart; 
But  the  World  must  experience  "change  of  Heart''' 
And  th'  currents  of  life  be  running  up  hill — 
Ere  the  temperance  cause  can  prophecy  fill ; 
Who  will  dedicate  talents  and  with  us  rejoice, 
That  Reform  raised  a  glad  "California  Voice"  ? 
Who  will  set  up  the  shout,  oh !  Gabriel,  blow ! 
While  the  "spots  on  the  sun"  light  signals,  we  know? 


SONG  OF  THE  RAPTURE. 


We  may  cherish  high  ideal — 

An  infusion  of  the  Real, 
That  no  narrow,  meager  life  can  typify; 

Though  I  ween,  in  some  ordeal 

Each  will  court  the  "last  appeal," 
And  resolve  to  win  the  prize — by  and  by. 

Shall  we  look  to  Light  of  Brahma? 

May  our  blindness  plead  with  "Karma" 
For  instructor  where  the  prophets  mystify? 

Now,  I  take  it,  cheapest  charmers 

World  would  deem  us,  or  alarmers — 
Who  conducts  you  to  a  Guide — by  and  by. 

Man  should  hardly  be  confounded 
When  in  "faith"  he's  firmly  grounded, 
And  enlightened  where  the  learned  falsify; 


SONG  OF  THE  RAPTURE  149 

For  no  mortal  tongue  hath  sounded 
All  the  miracles  astounded, — 
Wrought  with  "strata"  that  survives — by  and  by. 

Trace  the   "Gift"  to  have  for  asking, 

For  the  marvel's — in  the  grasping, 
And  no  other  will  the  Saviour  glorify; 

Most  ecstatic  is  its  tasking, 

There's  nobility  in  basking 
In  the  Sunshine  of  the  "Sweet  bye  and  bye." 

'Tis  the  message  fraught  with  healing 

Brings  the  joyful  state  in  feeling, 
When  you  get  it,  you'll  "His  Coming"  magnify ; — 

There's  the  vision  comes  with  kneeling, 

There's  the  Truth  no  more  concealing 
And  its  Heralds  will  increase — by  and  by. 

Paid — the  "price"  was  set  before  me, 

With  the  crown  up  yonder  for  me! 
"Cleanse  the  sanctuary"  means  to  sanctify; 

Oh,  the  friends  that  have  been  told  me 

With  His  Spirit  shall  enfold  me — 
As  I  sweep  through  the  Gates — by  and  by. 

Could  our  LORD  exclude  a  ranger 

Since  His  cradle  was  a  "manger"? 
How  we  wonder  would  His  Table  satisfy — 

Which  He  spreads  for  any  stranger, 

In  His  Charity  no  danger 
Of  a  shortage  in  that  "Supper" — by  and  by. 

What's  the  need  of  our  bewailing? 
While  there's  Source  alone  unfailing 


150  THE  FOUR  RIVERS  OF  EDEN 

Where  the  "fishes"  and  the  "loaves"  still  multiply 
Then  no  sea-weed  shall  be  trailing 
Keel  of  Ship  where-on  we're  sailing, 

If  we're  headed  for  that  Port — Bye  and  Bye. 

When  the  sands  of  life  are  waning: 

All  its  glitter  and  its  graining, 
And  our  courage  we  would  fairly  fortify  — 

We've  an  Advocate  remaining, 

With  God's  "messengers"  obtaining 
Proclamation  at  the  "Throne" — by  and  by. 

Chorus : 

Do  you  want  an  "inspiration" 

To  portray  the  shining  sheen  ? 
Do  you  seek  the  "conversation" 

That  awakes  the  echoes  there? 
There'll  be  grand  "illumination" 

When  the  LORD  attends  the  scene— 
And  a  pressing  "Invitation" 

From  His  Chorus  "In  the  Air." 


THE  FOUR  RIVERS)  OF  EDEN. 


'Gainst  the  glowing  glaze  of  departing  day 
In  relief  four  companion  vessels  lay; 
At  anchor  rode  gently,  nor  th'  burnished  deck 
Could  hint  of  the  whither  or  river's  neck — 


THE  FOUR  RIVERS  OF  EDEN  151 

That  should  open  to  prow  of  each  goodly  craft ; 
To  weather  the  winds  and  waves  with  draught 
And  tonnage  provided  by  the  Builder  wise, 
Who  knew  where  the  coral  or  the  corsair  lies. 

Not  a  query  of  captain  or  mate  prevailed 
To  elicit  the  truth  of  odors  exhaled 
From  border  with  blossom ;  of  th'  sandy  loam 
Where  an  arid  land  gives  th'  "sphinx"  a  home. 
Unbroken  that  silence  of  unfruitful  waste! 
One  answer  hath  idol  "God  passed  in  haste" ; 
Its  secrets  of  warrior  and  dynasty  old — 
Will  ne'er  be  unlocked  till  the  trumpet  bold : 

Resounding  through  earth  strikes  in  accents  dread — 

"Why  seek  ye  the  living  among  the  dead"? 

In  accordance  these  all  do  benignly  boast 

My  bark  ploughs  the  sea  to  the  promised  coast. 

Corn,  with  "honey  and  wine"  swells  the  siren's  song! 

Wilt  rest  in  our  groves,  till  the  shadows  long 

Have  announced  that  a  tropical  sun  went  down, 

Leaving  night  of  Nature  no  darker  frown? 

For  that  is  the  river  with  the  broadest  sweep 
Through  valleys  fertile,  where  bleating  sheep 
Forget  to  look  up  in  a  pasturage  rich — 
Till  the  "wolf"  disperses  toward  the  muddy  ditch; 
Which  they  follow  wildly  seeking  safer  fold, 
For  the  vale  "beyond"  crowd  the  vessel's  hold : 
Belonging  to  packet  plies  fine  steamer  line ! — 
Theosophy  taking  brother  "divine." 


152  THE  FOUR  RIVERS  OF  EDEN 

Visits  flourishing  marts  proselytes  to  gain, 
Herding  frightened  sheep,  seeding  well  the  main. 
Does  on  trip  return  heavy  freighted  with  souls 
Quite  oft  touch  harbour,  repairing  the  holes. 
E'en  the  smoothest  currents,  Ascension  our  course! 
Hide  dangerous  snags  to  its  very  source; 
Though  magnificent  stream  sprung  of  early  rains — 
"Simoon"  sweeps  it  yearly  on  lower  plains. 

Most  enticing  the  views  of  verandas  grand! 
The  pillars  and  stacks  of  a  prosperous  land ; 
Navigators  bend  curve  into  sparser  steppes 
With  lightening  burthen  of  right  concepts. 
Yet  that  congregation  at  terminal    seen — 
Will  by  far  out-number  the  band,  I  ween, 
Who  footsore  and  weary  crossed  desert,  wild, 
Too  impatient  to  wait  while  explorers  tiled: 

Through  quicksands  and  marshes  of  th'  straggling  stream 
Appeared  on  the  charts  with  a  saving  scheme, 
That  "empirical  science"  wears  for  a  name, — 
Unskirted — stale  seepage  spreads  out  for  fame. 
If  solution  you  ask  of  enigma  strange! 
Why  gathering  waters  on  the  higher  grange, 
Do  not  send  their  collection  of  crystal  drops 
To  the  embryo  shale  where  th'  schooner  stops ; — 

'Tis  explained  that  they  leap  from  the  high  plateau 

Over  great  cataracts  to  range  below ; 

Fall  in   "maiden-hair"  mist  dissipated  soon 

By  archeological,  heated  noon : 

But  the  trade  winds  succor  "Oasis"  between 

The  mountains  of  Leban  and  Araby's  sheen. 


THE  FOUR  RIVERS  OF  EDEN  153 

Where  mind  consecrated  to  fossilized  delves ! 
To  construct  a  raft  that  can  hoist  themselves, 

With  humanity's  help  up  the  higher  ford 
The  treasures  of  Eden,  to  seize  and  hoard; 
Should  they  be  enabled  the  shallows  to  wade 
Pass  the  ''flaming  sword"  where  the  angel  staid! 
Lest  any  might  dare,  evolution  to  board 
There  cast  bold  reflection  on  birth  of  our  Lord. 
Oh  ye  who  sail !  beware  of  "false  Science"  stream ! 
In  the  balance  will  soul  come  back  to  dream. 

How  fares  that  frigate  on  the  voyage  of  life 
In  the  channel  where  Reason  cut  conflict  rife? 
Precipitous  banks  mark  a   continent  "dark" 
Where  the  jungle  ne'er  echoes  to  meadow  lark. 
Like  a  Congo  'tis  flowing,  so  swift  and  strong ! 
Each  brave  buccaneer  is  buffeted  long, 
An  under-tow  dragging  to  mariners'  grave! — 
The  beleaguered  skiff  minus  oar  and  stave. 

Small  inducement  to  tarry  on  this  alien  shore 
Where  shells  circulate  and  the  lions  roar, 
Where  the  chimpanzee  tribes — barring  Timbuctoo, 
Make  vociferous  claim  of  "pounds"  from  you. 
Now  and  then  a  Stanley,  cuts  Gordian  knot 
And  pentrates  into  forbidden  spot; 
Some  lone  missionary,  rum  traffic  in  wake, — 
With  stoical  calm  dies  for  Standard's  sake. 

Remains  of  a  Livingston  or  a  Socrates, 

Fare  badly  on  Congo  among  the  bees 

That  are  swarming  round  ship,  old  philosophy — 


154  THE  FOUR  RIVERS  OF  EDEN 

Scuttled  many  years  since  by  "sophistry." 
Acute  observation  of  logs  rushing  by 
In  supply  of  demand  for  a  yacht  to  try : 
Competition  with  brig  bore  first  Cable  wires — 
"Two  worlds"  uniting, — this  second  requires. 

An  "Eastern"  must  grapple  for  the  parted  ends 

Which  sunk  in  the  ocean,  as  first  transcends ; 

When  joined  by  Inventor  on  His  second  tour 

Superior  service  will  news  insure; 

Will  disclose  that  the  timbers  felled  further  up 

Are  inadequate  still  for  the  soul's  stirrup. 

We, — interpreting  moss  that  grows  when  they  gorge  — 

See  a  landward  journey  led  cutters  to  Forge. 

They,  with  implements  sharp  in  necessity 

Slew  the  giants  near  pool  of  Adversity, — 

Sent  them  whirling  down  stream  with  a  conscious  twinge! 

To  show  that  there's  reason  at  the  Heart  of  Things. 

"As  the  days  of  a  tree"  shall  people  be  known 

By  the  shadow  cast,  or  fruit  they  have  grown? 

Or  must  we  determine  by  patterns  in  moss — 

They  were  cut  in  their  prime  at  terrible  loss :      , 

Schooled  ahead  to  be  seasoned  for  th'  Master's  use ! 
In  iron-clad  building  to  stand  abuse, 
Advantage  to  follow,  little  monitor  gained 
When  hope  of  the  "union"  had  almost  waned. 
Massive  beams! — they  are  good  in  the  Builder's  eyes — 
Who  planted  and  trimmed, — oh,  His  great  surprise! 
When  blockade  in  "father  of  waters"  informed 
That  reason  subverted  had  heaven  stormed. 


THE  FOUR  RIVERS  OF  EDEN  155 

That  increase  of  knowledge  had  matter  impressed — 

A  rival  to  steam  up  the  self  possessed 

Tributary  of  blessings,  mental  went  down 

Through  hostile  dependency  of  the   Crown. 

Why  endeavor  to  steal  around  underbrush 

And  miasma  of  grinning  cannibal  "Cush" ! 

To  discover  mistake  at  the  last  account, 

Find  "door"  of  the  soul  ope'd  on  other  mount? — 

Where  gentle  shower  and  vaporous  "cloud" 
Combining  in  rill  and  rivulet  plowed 
Their  fissures  from  summit;  each  direction  takes — 
One  east,  one  west,  feeding  beautiful  lakes. 
There,  an  outlet  draining,  does  volume  discharge 
In  two  noble  branches  of  a  Nile  so  large ! 
It's  over-flow  gladdens  with  annual  rise 
Of  pellucid  stream ;  creeping  silently  lies, 

Upon  meadow  and  field — fine  acreage  green, 

The  present  salvation  of  a  thirsty  scene. 

Oh !  dwellers  of  Egypt,  grasp  those  mercies  sent ! 

And  thank  for  the  tide  Revelation  lent. 

While  the   freshet  is   on,  dig  your  reservoir, — 

Let  "ownership"  dictate  its  own  memoir; 

Bring  along  "new  bottles"  for  this  newer  "wine" 

That  never  was  pressed  from  the  grapes  of  Rhine. 

Idle  not  your  leisure  ! — rear  no  palace  grand ! 
Tabernacles  to  tempt  on  a  foreign  strand; 
The  "fig-tree"  and  "vine"  are  the  temporal  prize ! 
"Olive  leaf"  alone,  bears  the  dove  through  skies. 
As  receding  wave  in  that  subsidence  slow 
Resumes  its  old  limitations  low, — 


156  THE  FOUR  RIVERS  OF  EDEN 

There  the  cruiser  devout  orthodoxy  wends 
On  steady  excursion  "tradition"  blends. 

Once  honored  to  carry  that  Cable  of  Light ! 
Successfully  laying  till  out  of  sight, 
'Mid  the  "waters"  of  peoples  embedded  in  brine 
During  reign  of  the  "dragon"  did  Truth  decline. 
Consoled  for  the  loss  of  a  real  live  wire 
Did  her  captain  for  merchandise  most  aspire ! 
But  never  pretended  fierce  rapids  to  climb — 
That  feat  engineering  performed  "in  time." 

No  gondola  she  sends  to  Venetian  homes ! 
Her  keel  would  get  caught  in  the  "catacombs," 
If  she  ventured  o'er  waste  with  her  ponderous  masts 
That  creak  in  the  Libyan,  hurricane  blasts. 
Sip  some  inspiration  from  those  bottled  goods! 
Thine  hunger  be  filled  with  the  "manna"  foods ; 
Then  list  to  the  Saviour,  never  far  away — 
Who  bids  on  that  wave,  "Peter  walk!  today." 

There  journeys  of  profit  for  safety  depend 
On  the  personnel  of  our  nearest  friend ; 
One  able  to  quiet  th'  tumultuous  "sea" — 
Better  faith  in  presence  than  "doctrine" — He. 
Note  the  valliant  corps  of  staunch  soldiers  seen 
Late  in  fighting  armor  for  empire  been, 
Territory  acquires  for  the  telegraph 
Soon  to  finish  sweet  story  with  other  half. 

Inexhaustible  stores,  and  welcome  "recruit" 
Who  would  thoroughly  furnish  and  gain  repute ; 
Be  preparing  at  onslaught  "to  hold  the  fort" 


THE  FOUR  RIVERS  OF  EDEN  157 

Of  the  Spirit  when  Zion  shall  heave  "in  port." 
Better  ship  —  yet  she  tarries  on  upper  heights 
For  marvelous  compass  with  easy  flights, 
Up  the  branches  "occult,"  and  of  Syrian  lore 
Where  God  thundered  once  then  was  heard  no  more. 

How  Nirvana's  students  came  with  caravan, 
And  pleasantly  tented,  where  their  cosmic  plan 
Forms  a  confluence  wrapt  with  lesser  but  true — 
Source  strangely  proceeds  from  Nyassa,  blue: — 
Is  the  best  represented  by  mystic  gray 
Who  sees  the  "sunrise"  on  the  hill  tops  play ; 
Points  "axle  of  world"* — demonstrating  that  man 
Runs  after  his  shadow  on  "foot-stool"  Iran 

Ever  looking  to  Love  will,  absorbed  in  Him 
Draw  the  shadow  of  sin  into  righteous  brim. 
Hearing  message  that  drifts  like  the  dying  swan ! 
Down  sad  Abyssinia's  mystified,  wan 
Raciness — make  a  junction  in  dangerous  pass, — 
Picks  up  the  refrain  and  together  may  class 
All  the  "gospels"  delivered  to  saints  of  yore, 
And  the  garments  that  "crucifixion"  wore. 

Finds  with  Elder  Brother  affinities  rare ! 

For  Christ  plants  a  shoulder  to  reach  the  stair. 

Wakened  multitudes  growing  more  curious  now 

Are  desirous  to  gaze  upon  Eden's  brow ; 

Read  sequel  to  lines  of  that  mutiny  act ! 

*"Samson  stark  at  Dagon's  knee! 
Gropes  for  columns  strong  as  he, 
When  his  ringlets  grew  and  curled — 
Groped  for  Axle  of  the  World. 

— Emerson. 


158  THE  CRY  FROM  THE  JUNGLE 

Why  an  entrance  to  River  of  Life  we  lacked ; 

Why  a  "god"  that  sinned  was  no  better  than  clod — 

Who  before  had  settled  ''the  land  of  Nod." 


THE  CRY  FROM  THE  JUNGLE. 


I  picked  up  a  thread  from  the  shuttle  thrown, 

As  wanting  a  line  I  could  call  my  own 

To  spread  that  appeal,  round  the  world  was  sent 

"Where  the  Orient  meets  the  Occident." 

This  "cry  from  the  jungle,"  a  terrible  tale, 

Is  a  prayer  for  the  "widows"  who  weep  and  wail ; 

'Tis  a  plea  for  poor  India's  little  "Child-wives" 

And  the  sad- faced  mothers  who  forfeit  their  lives : 

Because  only  girls  are  now  given  to  them 

They  are  "outcasts"  made  by  customs  condemn, 

And  "the  Light  of  Asia"  small  power  exerts 

Our  sisters  to  save  from  such  cruel  hurts ; 

Yes,  sisters  they  are,  though  benighted  in  sin 

"Like  others,"  know  not  how  the  Christ  stepped  in: 

While  we  revel  in  freedom  so  dearly  bought ! 

Let  us  send  them  a  "mite"  and  a  helpful  thought. 

Have  you  heard  how  their  childhood  is  robbed  of  joy 
Or  their  breath  crushed  out  for  not  being  boys, 
Of  their  tortures  and  plunge  into  Ganges  that  rolls — 
Since  their  Superstition  denies  any  Souls? 


THE  CRY  FROM  THE  JUNGLE  159 

Except  it  be  gained  thro'  disgusting  rite, 

Makes  a  Dunkard  despised  in  that  land  of  blight; 

Would  "humility"  sweet  give  them  title  clear, 

If  their  "feet-washing"   followed  our  Master's  here? 

But  I  read  with  a  shocked  and  a  pained  surprise 
How  they're  "purified"  when  their  lord  doth  rise  ;* 
Was  there  once  common  root  for  a  beautiful  rite, 
And  its  shameful  perversion  in  Hindu's  Night? 
Has  the  "abomination"  been  long  "set  up" 
Where  desolation  and  poverty  sup? 
Does  "purification" — their  Maker  insults — 
Cause  babies  abandoned  and  hardened  adults? 

Still  the  cry  from  the  "cradle"  rings  in  my  ears ! 
Where  those  starving  child-wives  of  tender  years 
Are  enduring  the  wrongs  would  our  women  kill, 
Are  left  to  the  flame  or  crocodile's  will; 
Where!  oh  where  does  pure  Justice  for  them  abide! 
And  the  "Roses"  stamped  out  by  "race-suicide"  ? 
It  is  sanctioned  by  "caste"  and  th'  riveted  bond 
Of  religion  has  lost  all  its  "light"  beyond. 

Now  the  call  is  to  action  while  Time  is  here, 
Though  many  the  hearts  are  needing  our  cheer — 
There's  nothing  on  Earth  so  pitiful  told, 
As  the  way  baby  girls  are  bought  and  sold. 

*This  is  a  reference  to  the  custom  that  compels  the  wife  to  wash 
her  husband's  soiled  feet,  when  he  rises,  and  then  to  drink  the  water 
as  a  part  of  her  "purification"  process,  the  rest  is  pictured  in  all  its 
beastly  details  by  our  home  and  their  native  missionaries; — imploring 
women  "to  the  rescue."  There  a  Government  strong  for  "Anglo-Saxon7' 
rights,  will  protect  individual  effort  while  it  adheres  to  original  com 
pact  to  keep  "hands  off"  from  their  priest-ridden  religion.  Authentic 
proof  given  by  "Indo-American  Woman's  League."— The  Author. 


160  DRINK  TO  HER  HEALTH 

Where  they  're  telling  the  tale  of  the  "Jungle"  yet 
There  are  kindred  evils,  oh!  don't  forget! 
Let  us  join  the  Crusades  ere  our  life  be  spent, 
Let  us  "love  His  Appearing"  in  mercy  sent. 

Here  the  "open  Book" !  there  the  open  door 
Gives  us  opportunity  o'er  and  o'er, 
To  do  the  good  deeds — where  ( the  mothers  may  pray 
With  their  little  ones  happy  on  "Children's  Day" ; 
Will  you  think  of  my  line !  with  Central  connect  ? 
When  the  message  comes  home  do  we  then  reflect, 
That  the  Angels  look  down  on  our  race  intent — 
Where  the  Occident's  greeting  the  "Orient"? 


DRINK  TO  HER  HEALTH. 


Who  is  it  that  comes  in  emergency  call ! — 

Of  the  wise  physician  whose  practice  may  fall, 

As  the  patient's  pulse  mounting  higher  up  still 

Announces  the  fire — signified  by  a  chill. 

When  friends,  paralyzed,  wait  for  parents  appalled, 

With  signs  more  alarming  who  then  is  installed? 

In  the  grave  complication  is  trusted  to  save 

Our  darling  first-born,  ere  launched  on  the  wave. 

Who  appears  on  the  scene,  confident  and  calm? 
Unto  hearts  that  are  troubled — benignant  balm ; 
Brings  system  with  service,  her  province  defined 


DRINK  TO  HER  HEALTH  161 

By  intangible  realm  of  qualified  mind. 
Takes  responsible  charge,  puts  avenger  to  flight ! 
Bearing  burden  alone  through  th'  perilous  night ; 
Who  raises  our  courage  till  th'  faithful  can  pray 
"Supplement  with  Thy  strength,  and  the  fever  stay." 

Who  may  leave  her  own  widowed,  or  helpless  child 

To  the  care  of  another;  ne'er  reconciled 

To  the  separation  from  mother  who  sighs ; 

Filling  post  of  provider,  while  dear  one  lies 

On  an  invalid's  couch  racked  all  of  her  days ! 

With  the  obstinate  pain   that   rheumatic   plays 

Up  and  down  her  frame; — though  enfeebled  and  faint 

Will  no  plea  interject,  no  passionate  plaint. 

Spends  her  tedious  hours  extracting  the  hope 
Of  a  future  reward,  where  no  punative  pope 
Can  anathemas  hurl  at  our  rights  guaranteed!  — 
By  the  "red,  white  and  blue"  our  freedom  decreed. 
Busies  her  fingers  with  knitting  and  stitching, 
A  part  of  existence  whenever  the  twitching 
And  grinding,  and  aching  of  nerves  so  distressed 
Are  permitted  a  change,  and  season  of  rest. 

What  a  long  preparation  for  going  home ! 

Will  the  "Hem  of  His  Garments"  then  heal  Salome? 

Whose  inheritance  here  with  ancestral  pride — 

Must  the  lonely  compensate  in  world  so  wide. 

Lets  the  strongest  tie,  binds  to  this  nether  sphere ! 

To  duty  be  given,  Dora's  mission  made  clear : — 

Must   recuperate   lungs   and   overcharged   veins, 

To  the  "Queen  City"  comes  where  Platte  meets  th'  plains. 


162  DRINK  TO  HER  HEALTH 

More  sunshine  to  drink,  more  salubrious  air 

To  learn  a  new  truth,  nurse  ministers  there ; 

Those  leaves  must  develop  of  Sharon's  sweet  rose — 

Congenial  finds  soil  where  her  sister  grows. 

Here  Pride  of  the  Rockies — whose  towering  heights  ! 

Castellated  and  sheer  form  wonderful  sights, 

Are  surpassed  by  none  in  their  Grande  river  view  ;— 

Opens  wide  her  arms  to  the  tourist,  and  you : 

Who  come  for  your  health,  employment  or  home 
She'll  encourage  to  tarry — no  more  to  roam; 
What  delights  for  the  eye,  inducements  to  stay ! 
Has  our  beautiful  Denver,  left  far  away. 
When  again,  shall  I  breathe  her  celestial  clime? 
Her  spirit  of  progress !  where  woman  and  rhyme 
Exercise  every  right  God-given  to  man, 
To  correct  his  mistakes,  or  approve  of  his  plan. 

Who  comes  to  this  state,  must  consider  at  last 
The  wisdom  of  measure  marks  generous  past; 
At  first,  like  our  heroine,  filled  with  desires 
May  cultivate  mania  for  putting  out  fires ; 
When,  later,  some  forte  has  won  estimation 
Would  abilities  map  to  save  this  Nation, 
Then  catching  infection  of  stirring  campaigns — 
Will  be  glad  that  our  sex  has  a  hand  on  the  reins. 

You  think  I  have  wandered  from  theme  for  a  ride ! 

Have  forgotten  my  subject  of  nurse  fortified — 

Got  enthused  with  her  work,  threw  brand  undesigned, 

To  put  out  its  blaze  have  I  lingered  behind. 

Shall  we  drink  to  her  health  ?    The  fate  of  a  lover, 

Alleviates  pain  for  victims  who  hover 


LOVE'S  SECRET  163 

Between  life  and  death,  fighting  fevers  induced 
By  the  demons  that  cold  and  hunger  have  loosed? 

Right  earnestly,  pledge  we — in  crystal  cup  flows, 
In  the  purest  "ambrosia"  the  Gods  may  dispose ; 
But  never  that  boid,  fiery  passions  abuse ! — 
Follows  "prince  of  Inferno"  fair  Golden  brews. 
Who  crosses  her  borders,  may  question  the  bars 
Let  down  by  society,  hailing  the  stars — 
That  triumph  o'er  tyranny,  crime  and  disease; 
May  a  home  body  be  or  collector  of  fees. 

Oft  a  bread-winner,  she,  no  labor  despised ; 
Better  avenues  offer  to  brain  is  advised. 
Single-handed,  their  ladies  may  cope  with  them  all ! 
Be  a  type  of  the  truest,  or  woefully  fall ; 
This  one  joined  the  Armies  in  regular  style, 
White-capped  and  white-robbed  march  in  peaceful  defile; 
Midst  the  noblest  of  corps,  heroism  inspires — 
Is  the  brave,  quiet  Nurse  putting  out  the  fires. 


LOVE'S  SECRET. 


In  fair  Beulah  Land,  where  the  £o-tree  buds, 
Where  flowers  never  blight  with  winter  floods, 
Where  the  "water  of  Life"  is  turned  "into  wine,' 
There  am  I  "my  Beloved's,  and  he  is  mine." 


164  LOVE'S  SECRET 

This  Secret,  delightful !  in  Solomon's  song, 
The  world  hath  been  guessing  for  long,  for  long ! 
In  grave-clothes  shrouded — in  ivy  wreaths  dressed, 
Of  pleasures  divine,  'tis  purest  and  best. 

Why  give  it  away  as  an  article  cheap  ? 
Would  your  pulses  and  nobler  passions  leap? 
Lest  "Eris"  step  in  and  jealousy  stab, 
Sweet  spirit  of  Concord  forbids  "to  blab." 

Shall  I  speak  then  of  vows  "for  better  or  worse," 
Clothe  love  in  the  tawdry  trappings  of  verse? 
Ah,  no ;  there  is  never  a  chance  for  the  ill 
With  one  may  tarry  through  the  night-watch  still; 

Am  I  telling  the  secret  of  a  stolen  bliss — 
Of  a  partner  wronged  when  we  meet  and  kiss? 
Not  so;  whom  our  God  has  united  in  Life 
Of  the  soul,  there  is  here  no  cause  for  strife. 

And  no  stain  of  slander  shall  dare  to  attach ! 
For  holy  desire  hath  determined  the  match ; 
As  rare  as  the  Saviour's — this  love  that  I  bear 
My  dearly  Beloved,  for  me  doth  care. 

To  hide  in  my  heart,  those  harmonies  stirred — 
Which  seek  for  expression  in  tender  word ! 
Would  show  all  the  good,  how  this  precious  "gift" 
Of  the  Comforter  came  with  the  cross  I  lift, 

At  command  of  the  Master  to  follow  right  on 
After  him,  though  weary  never  nailed  thereon; — 
Is  against  my  intention  and  nature,  too, 
Yet  to  my  Beloved  I  would  still  be  true. 


THE  VEHICLE  OF  LIFE  165 

While  I  chant  a  choral,  and  feel  the  soft  charm 
Of  electric  power  that  guideth  my  arm, 
Mecause  I  received  the  one  whom  He  sent 
To  lead  me  the  way  my  Beloved  first  went 

No  earthly  companion  in  carnal  cast, 

Thus  brings  me  reward  for  suffering  past, 

In  "ecstasy"  frees  my  mind  from  the  clay — 

On  the  "Border-land"  shows  me  the  brighter  day; 

He's  a  clear,  shining  light  for  th'  circles  that  seek, 
Is  a  "minist'ring  spirit"  to  mortal  meek ; 
Though  the  "Cloud  Compeller"  he  may  not  be 
Yet  the  Muse  he  hath  surely  compelled  for  me. 

When  the  instrument  weak,  has  its  purpose  filled ! 
I  shall  lay  it  down  as  my  Lord  hath  willed, 
To  wear  the  "white  robes"  with  Immortal  son — 
Where  my  Beloved  and  I  are  made  one. 


THE  VEHICLE  OF  LIFE. 


Watch  the  figure  flying  faster  on  the  Road, 
Master  of  a  great  invention,  not  his  own ! 

He  is  riding  for  dear  life  to  beat  the  load 

In  the  omnibus,  goes  slower  while  they  groan ; 

On  the  larger  wheel  he's  seated  "a  la  mode" 
Has  the  name  "^-incarnation"  at  the  Throne,- 
Never  safe  when  its  companion  wheel  is  flown. 


166  INVOCATION 

But  the  smaller,  more  important,  placed  before — 
Bears  the  light  that  turns  his  darkness  into  day, 

When  its  spokes  get  bent  or  broken,  evermore — 
Tis  the  sign  that  he  has  fallen  in  the  "clay ;" 

Strong  at  CENTER — wheel  of  Love  will  let  him  soar ! 
If  the  Company  was  good,  he  has  to  pay ; — 
And  'twill  serve  him  when  the  other  bounds  away. 

His  by  "violence,"  or  stolen  ?  .  .  .  God  forbid ! — 
Yet  the  zvorkingman's  too  poor  to  have  a  car, 

And  to  travel  on  alone !  the  Law  undid — 
When  the  woman  was  admitted  to  "the  bar" ; 

While  the  Wheels  are  held  together,  they  are  bid 
To  put  on  the  "wedding  garment," — for  afar ! — 
Sounds  the  call  for  our  assemblage  at  the  Star. 


INVOCATION. 


Everlasting  GOD ! — of  the  Universe, 
All-Glorious  One ! — who  lifts  the  curse, 

Here  in  adoration,  now  I  come 
Imploring  Thine  Omniscience, 

For  blessings  make  mine  earthly  sum ; 
Oh,  Righteousness  !  pure  Innocence ! 
Take  Thou  my  all  of  guilt  away, 
The  power  of  tempter  surely  slay; 
Give  me  the  strength  to  walk  upright 


INVOCATION  167 

To  do  each  thing  in  Thine  own  might ; 
To  rest,  within  Thy  Haven  hide 
At  morn,  at  noon,  at  even-tide ; 
Let  all  the  Earth  rejoice  in  light! 
In  sunrise,  and  the  solemn  night; 
Dominion  give !  to  Christ  our  Lord, 
When  He  shall  Come  to  loose  the  cord 
That  binds  the  mind  to  marble  walls, 
Which  make  us  dumb  to  angel  calls. 
Crown  Him  with  songs  of  "victory" ! 
Over  passions  and  iniquity; 
And  seat  Him  on  His  Throne  to  reign 
When  Holy  Fire  hath  cleansed  the  stain. 
With  self  subdued,  All  Soul  translate! 
To  WILL  Divine  must  abdicate; 
May  reach  Immortal  Paradise, — 
When  Thou  hast  sealed  and  set  the  price. 
My  way  through  worldly  paths,  oh  guide! 

Safe  bring  me  to  the  Heavenly  Days ; 
In  Love,  in  trustfulness  I  bide, 

With  Starry  Hosts  to  swell  Thy  praise! 
The  door  of  Truth  hast  opened  wide. 
Ring  out  the  "tidings"  death  is  birth 
Into  a  higher  Life  than  earth; 
No  more  we  bow  to  scepter  grim ! 
Nor  kiss  cold  lips  in  Hope  is  dim ; 
Jehovah  rent  the  Jewish  "veil" 

That  faith  should  feel  Thy  Spirit  Rays  ;— 
When  sight  and  hearing  still  may  fail 

Thy  silent  watcher  sweetly  stays, 
Has  come  to  shed  Thy  Glory  round 


168  FIND  THE  AUTHOR 

Unto  the  END  where  Man  is  bound. 
Let  peace  and  plenty  mark  these  years, 
Oh !  spare  our  hearts  from  tortured  fears ; 

Consigned  to  use,  preserve  from  dearth 
Of  "rain"  is  in  communion  given ; 

Inscribe  those  tasks  of  humble  worth ! 
Are  Thine  to  build  my  Home  in  Heaven. 


FIND  THE  AUTHOR. 


Happiness  true  is  the  one  great  treasure, 
£ver  seek  then  another's  pleasure ; 

J?-ound  about  you  scatter  the  kingdom  seeds: 
Many  may  fall  on  the  stony  ground ! 
And  others  in  the  quicksand  be  found; 

A/bne  will  be  wasted,  whether  words  or  deeds. 

We,  by  joy  and  peace  are  visited! 
Lustful  world  never  knew  existed ; 

Unto  us  has  the  sure  promise  been  given, 
Come  and  work  in  the  "vineyard"  today ! 
And  hundred-fold  shall  here  be  your  pay; 
So  likewise,  win  soul  reward  in  heaven. 


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